Curtains, carpets or the door
Pens, books and the floors
Pictures or corners of the rooms
Trident accumulations of memory
Caskets of tear drops in thrown
Harkening to intimacies of alone.
Into the commencements of skies
Jewelled keys to the wayward heart
Lanterned magic for scattered dreams
Adding necessary dimensions to infinity.
Girdling explorations that deepen
Gateway to escape from the paltered pelf
Immensity or the luminosity of the dreams
Forgotten verses for some still striving self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, Paaji. Absolutely wonderful crafting of words.Thank you very much.