Walking footsteps
Down the exempt lane
Again set ablaze
With that soothing pain
Unseen roads
Smiling stones
Shrinking trust
Yet waiting alone
Yet another wrong turn
And downpour of tears
Slaughter of hope
And serenade of fears
Secluded in corner
With silent eyes
Strangled by your absence
And those sacred lies
Nurturing my wounds
Turning more pale
Trapping all you memories
Behind the veil
Brittle dreams
Insomniac nights
Dawning smiles
Looking for respite
Abandoned by my shadow
In the happy hour of assault
And the time is put
To an abrupt halt
Victim of reality
So insoluble and dull
And what follows is an
Interminable lull
Fractured expectations
Widowed voice
Once pouring efforts
Now left with no choice
Hollow echoes
Of moaning memories
Plundered aroma
Of all the ecstasy
Enslaved by solitude
Prepared for fall
Yet seeking peace
For my eclipsed soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heavy. I like it. Strange but soothing. A rich flow, very vivid..............