Insane in my love, calling me from the minarets of a mosque
I can listen to the bells of temples and churches, but busy
in editing my video on a colourful screen you call it earth.
The marble buildings you made for me are suffocating
I want to breathe in the open air scented with the aroma,
where beauty grows slowly with a feeling of worth.
Do you know this feeling is the cause of creation
I felt it, I became a vagabond and I was lost in love
A ship always sailing, for me there is no berth.
I am here with the vacant rooms and the lonely deck
waiting for a lover, one for whom I have a VIP suit,
where he is, on the high mountains or in the ocean's depth!
Making another building with a trident, a cross or a crescent
and I am now thinking to collect my scattered pieces and go back
to the endless skies with all my beauty and with all my wealth!
(Trident, or trishul, is a spear representing the three Hindu Gods; Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu)
Feelings! ! Insane in my love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nature is the great healer. So beautifully captured the magic, the invincible aura, the constant charm of nature.
you Sir speak the voice of once I knew angels where have all gone none knows Creation is at cross roads of life which way the best poet goes let's tip toe one I know is AKHTAR JAWAD JI the other one is obviously me poet in me would you dare to dis agree okay not threatening requesting bowing salaaming ye agree kindly will all PH ye yeah MAN AND RM etc
a trident, a cross or a crescent these all are love of natural belief.../// beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one can substitute the beauty of nature. Technology could never conquer nature. A wonderful.and.insightful write with a meaningful message.