The clock is very fast
when the dying second parts
before the thought is completed
before the full word is uttered
before the opend eyes shut
before the lips quivering puts
the last feeling into messages
looks freeze
eyes still
limbs numb
just look into the elaborate second........
confusion rides the moment
connections are no more
who am I? could no more
sound the same meaning
no questions stand up
they sleep in the depths
no focussing ideas
they are clueless dreams
the world of lights is darkened
heaviness overcomes, weakened
life is aching to escape bounds
lasting second ticks off unsound
come, kneel beneath the dying man
palpitation reduced to a halt
respiration grinding to a stop
journey is over, horses foaming white
this count of second is killing
trembling hands have terrific telling
the sinking eyes swims into something
as if nomore it could hold the bothering.............
Flashing split second
it is about to be put off
the tapering lamp
in the hold of tempestous cramp
What the beloved
yearn to be told
is finished in silence
Aching words pour out
into the face of nobody's mouth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stunning piece Lalitha, I have faced this situation so I can empathise with every nuance of When you finally say Goodbye...10+++