Part1[The Summer]
Summerswizzlingdown in heavy frothsand moonshine,
dafty endless chatters largely plunging into burps and glass thudded chime,
shell by shell memories flanked by the ubiquitous waves,
walk over them and bleed, orbrisk in a shell free dive and sublime,
your eyes tearful or drooling, yes they do disguise but no one cares,
and just at time when you were more happy or just more high you can't remember,
you carve a wayto someone and whisper more with your eyes, fumbling and smitten in usual surprise,
and a ruthless rejection add one to your memory, evaporating to be absent with next sunshine,
not one but many others would lead you back colliding and convolutedin narrowing dimensions,
you start twitching and shaking, trying to be rescued fromsuccumbing in yourown curls,
tides of hazedrowning all those yakkings in your head, selfish blabbers justdie die die,
scared and shying talks skimming out of your mouth, ohh damn don't cry cry cry,
when whimpers seems lullaby, and limping is flying,
and you can't tell ifmoving pictures you actually watching, conjuring or just remembering,
don't even try try try,
and at very moment you meet someone shouting and withering, dying but breathing,
brushing hairs against the sound, shying and smirking,shining and eclipsing, slaying but saving,
shouting from the highest of the cliffs still sleeping, wary but watching,
you scrape your eyes and shout, she is still there,
and you know these labyrinths would be your home from now and forever,
you would see her but hide again, try to hate her and fall in love all again, and she would just smile, smile, smile …
Nishant Agrawal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Nishant. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.