the mind is always free
images are laid like pictures in bed
you heart beats for that one
your logic grabs another
there is no quarrel for one who is strong
it has nothing to do with emotions
there are so many rooms
one can stay for a while in the one which is dimly lit
and be open and be happy but what is happiness
the argument begins
there are temporary joys as there are permanent choices
there are roses that bloom today and tomorrow wilt
there are pillars that you construct the house with
there are sandy foundations but there are those made on hard rocks
the errors shall know what eros is
and as you mature who shall know what to really choose
it is not just emotions
fleeting moments
hidden arrangements that thrive in the excitement of fear
there is a garden where your solitude blooms
where someone who loves you waits and then
embraces you forever.
Keep this. Disregard the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem