Life passes by without a meeting,
Songs after songs repeating,
You wake up like the sun to shine,
I prefer moon on a lonely night,
You’re surrounded by currencies of all kind,
I use my words to pay,
We meet at the shooting starts,
And confess it has all been great,
As I turn to the warmth in his arms,
And you find recluse in her hair,
We grow in passions of all kind,
Gulping nectar after nectar,
From the bees that taste it,
In search of the best flower,
We strain our brains,
To fit images far from actual,
To daydream what can’t even be a nightmare,
We sulk in the thoughts of the other,
Searching egress from the warped hallucination,
Into worlds that never intersect,
I for me, you for you,
Sigh from a distance,
Into each other’s eyes,
With open lips and raised palms,
Eyes showing no mercy,
And we drive in opposite directions,
Looking through the rear-view,
How the other proceeds,
We haven’t grown in love,
We’ve outgrown it, together.
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, deepanshi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks