what you have
is not forbidden
a white porcelain cup placed on
top of a glazed saucer
the jasmine tea that
you sip slowly
as light fades away
the decent decorum of
well numbered
propriety
they never taste
that good
they are what others
are used to do
without so much thinking
it is the everyday
routine that
has taken away what
makes life
so alive & interesting
like some games that
we recently know
and begin to play
mornings are same
mornings
nights even with
all the stars
glistening
remain boring
the air tastes bland
its coldness is getting to
be scary
there is something
to what is forbidden
that is what we yet
do not know
others who regret
all those that they did
for once and for more
broke their hearts into pieces
when they sit beside
the window
watching cars passing
by
one by one
watching people
en masse
busy going and
going
like the ticking of the
hands of the clock
they will not tell
you
that despite the
brokenness
despite the still uncollected
pieces
the excitement
of what was forbidden and which
they did with so much
haste
still reclaims upon
itself
the untold
glory
the climax of a series
of existences
which time buries
so deeply in the dust bins of
personal histories
so that they
can all be
forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem