Would you have sensed it if i were to vanish suddenly,
Skinned off into the shackles of dark night,
With no farewell tales or one-last experience,
Or in any tribes of goodbye saying?
Do you discover the bridges in my lines,
The faults in my remarks,
Where my words stagger in a faintless trail,
Bringing my sentences to a finishing lines,
Staggering in its reading, warding off its tenacity.
Do you listen to the sounds around,
Especially to my audible whispers,
Rocking me into the deep blue skies,
In the serenity olf my dead morning nightmares?
Or do you feel it's just a feeling?
Am i too selfish and self centred to desire for someone,
To reflect into my presence even in the realm of my absence,
To watch the desert sprout fruits in drought,
To write and read poems,
Listening to its diction reigning into my buttomless gut?
I am wounded and with my scars,
I longed for my injured faces in the realm of my inked pages,
Inhaling the scent of the first early rain after summer,
Closed their eyes while with me,
And even if it can't be done forever,
Atleast for a moment!
Am i too selfish?
#Veritas, Anoris, Amare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem