On the backseat of your bike I left my mind.
Body is on the lonely bed, closing eyes
Counting tranquil waves of night.
But the pupils of my heart are still mesmerized,
Gazing intently at that tree filled mirror
Where sun twinkled like polestar,
During our stretched ride through airstream
Breaking fragile fences of paradise.
I saw the edges of your brown hair took
A mouthful of slanted shimmers,
And altered themselves into strands of gold.
You roared against the wind with clenched fist
But we didn’t strive hard, rather floated
Like a canoe on the endlessness of our journey.
Fragrance of dust opened itself on us, and
I revealed my faith on the nearness of your back.
Moments passed, you stopped, I didn’t.
Still weaving images like that sparkling mirror
To reflect them on my thirsty bedroom wall.
A journey...unforgettable....A love...memorable....and writer....Lovable...........Marks........Infinite
Most memorable ride with it's bold imprints , delicately unveiled through a lovely verse. Thanks for sharing.10+
'Fragrance of dust opened itself on us, and I revealed my faith on the nearness of your back. Moments passed, you stopped, I didn’t.' Stunning imagery and incredible and vivid descriptions... You turned a bike ride into a perfect poetic experience and expressed it with sheer perfection... A beautiful read Sanjukta...
Enjoyable poem with love and bike ride. Best feeling shared. Thanks for sharing. ...10
A nicely written poem, apparently a Bike Ride but being symbolic has many lovely meanings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it seems to be an enjoyable ride great image