I am the escapist,
Who drinks potion of surrealism
From the goblet of a cold fossilized life
And runs aloud touching the fence of wind.
I am the escapist,
Who still worships redness of heart
And sings lullabies to the crescent moon
Under black and blue rainbow of civilization.
Yet this escapist,
Never wants to escape death's call
And dreams to rebound with holy spirits
Above the zenithal core of vacant universe.
Well envisioned the black and blue rainbows of civilisation, yet longing for death's call. A poem with deep meaning. Thanks for sharing
when it comes no one knows just be ready to open the door lovely read-10
ultimate fate can we escape? ? And sings lullabies to the crescent moon.. I love this line in your poem. very poetic. t hank you. tony
Perhaps somewhere down the line we are all escapists. But indeed we cannot, by any means, escape our ultimate fate... A very, very well-written poem Sanjukta...
This poem presents a surrealistic picture! Here I see incongruous juxtaposition of out of the ordinary images! 'Drinking from the goblet of fossilized life' suggests much! Profound write Sanjukta! A 10
Never wants to escape death's call - your faith is great, Sanjukta!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartfelt poem..............amusing,10+++++++