More exciting
than falling into it-
not in expectation of a new story
but for the discovery
of an illusion taken for real
that pervades like a dream
sucking in all life energy
to finally lurch in the graveyard
for you to silently scream;
realising the vacuity of existence
for quite sometime
engaging in mental acrobatics
if something better
could have been done
to work out the math of relation
sulking, ruminating
philosophising over the splinters
as the transfixed soul
shaken out of sleep
slowly detracts
from whirlpool of false reflections
in the mirror of elation.
Falling out of love
you are in fact
into greater realisation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. One can love falling in and out of love just tl experience the feeling. Mmm....a poem i love falling out of love...could be interesting. Thanks.