Before you scrape
and erase their marks
when I do read
few letters stick
on your lips
How, I do flow!
in the moist layers
with conscious mind of
some other space
and within no moment
I sink in eyes...
for ages... for lives
going to die
coming to life...
.....
When i return...
coffee is served!
I sink in eyes... for ages... for lives going to die coming to life...imagination........ vision.. liked ur last sentence... when i return...... coffee.. such an imagination.. thank you. tony brahmin
This is tremendous. I've read and reread this several times, and each time I am struck by a different set of images. This could involve the imagination....the power of the word to create the ideal vision, teh desire, and then the fade away. Once the coffee arrives, there is the need to put down the word and return to daily living. I shall have to come back to this gem again and again.
A profound write and I don't think I have understood it in all its depth! My inability...... I admit !
Extraordinary. This image caught my imagination and I do not think I will be forgetting it any time soon! ! ! ! - - - - - when I do read few letters stick on your lips 10+++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely............. thnx for sharing