But then...
Monday and me delved deep into oblivion
Time battling with me cried to the bottom of my heart
and we both wept
twilight stole my self and escaped into fluidity
leaving me abscessed
the morning robs all my sobs melting into the wilderness
I heave butterflies
spring brought me a vase of laughter
filled with many things left unsaid
Friday faded into thoughts peeling my fake pretensions
night tickled all hugs and vanished into yesterday
Sunday discarded me blissfully
left me wet and wounded
December from a high pedestal frowns at my confusions
April scattered me with questions on the scorching path
betraying me with slippery promises
Tuesday invoked in me affectionate pranks
sucking my cold and confusions
autumn wishes rustling golden melodies with naughtiness
and novelties
February left a moist impression of known and unknown
emptiness and worthlessness
the wind, as usual, hides in the mind of the trees
breathing memory of cherished times
Oh, to be washed away by destiny in those times
they teach me lessons which I can never learn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time moves away giving mixed experiences of joy and expectations on one side and frustrations and heart aches on the other! This ambivalence of life makes it mysterious and challenging! A great write!