I age
in the memory of words
slowly uncoiling
and trailing my way into today.
Writing themselves in my head
unravelling, in its stead
are two poems.
Disjointed words of lament,
love with lust’s torment.
Amongst the thoughts
amidst juvenile deeds
lies spirit squeezed
to smell the aroma of life’s essence
She just a click away,
to let memories hold sway
I refuse. In most moments
when I have something to say
I let silence be in the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem