Moving round the memory line
A window opened
No face hangs from frame
No light inside
A simple distance
Calling just to console
A hollowness
So many days
So many thoughts
Crippled to gather some reason
Of its openness
So many nights
Made me hallucinated
With naked invites
Yet a long the window
Gone out of time
The house changed its geometric shape
A wall standing high
To touch its head
The blue moon fog and freshness
Of light and air
Only my memory carrying
So steadily that meaningless
Framed openness
Sometimes amazing
Many times dislocate the straight gazing
Through the mist and dark of time
Unexposed yet!
Pranab k c
01/06/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem