I am a soul like a dry straw,
Hovering in the air
Between life and death,
Between hope and despair.
I am a soulless soul,
Having no flesh, no shape,
No feeling, no sense.
I am benumbed and lulled
With the intoxicating scents
Of Poppy and Lotus.
I float in the air
On the wingless wings.
I am a drunken heart
Absorbed
In having sensuous pleasure
In a bar.
I have been massless mass
Since the beginning
Of the beginning,
And waiting only to sink
In the Lethe
For my own salvation.
Kolkata, India.
6th July,2013.
your 'soul' has touched my soul.. wonderful writing dipankar..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a great joy to read your poetry.10