It is as ardent as a ruby
And nonpareil as a gold,
Decked with keloids like pearls
It is a pure treasure trove,
Of bloodstained esteem to behold.
It is as byzantine as an art,
Spilling notions of forgotten seasons,
Frescoing the final caged tumultuous echoes,
That had once ripped and rushed
From this heart within.
What is it?
It is nothing but the pains and pleasures
Of that blood clotted scar
On the pinkened flesh of mine
Tasting peace and making me remind
Of those historic embalmment
Of my conquests and of vanquished released.
I am just drifted through
And addicted by the beauty
In my broken places
Across, beyond and beneath.
ardent as a ruby nonpareil as a gold, nothing but the pains and pleasures blood clotted scar pinkened flesh of mine addicted by the beauty these are the points that i collected after carefully reading your poem. Thank you. You are full of ideas and imaginations. Thankyou
Heartfelt thanks for such a kind review and words of encouragement. Thank You!
A Poet's Notes would be much appreciated. For me, your wording should be simpler. And don't depend on photo to tell the story. If one is to carry scars, it is at least fortunate that some can be easily covered, and most of the face is still 'very attractive'. On tablet now. Maybe i SHALL return when on PC. Bri :)
Hi Nayanika, I came back for a re.. This very poignant write is genuinely a bloodstained esteem to behold. And Notions of forgotten seasons.. Tears and an undoused fire of anguish...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this Poignant write. Deeper than Depth of pain 10+++!
Thank you so very much!