I didn't want to talk love
Garbed and Nude
Love lurked in the folds of hatred
Hatred bred in the heart of love
The harbinger of each other
The world stands to be fooled
Wherefore in hope
That relentlessly calms the burning wounds
I claim I won't
But a hopeless optimist
I can't resist being not
And thus crawling in and out
Out and in
A lopsided pendulum
Hanging at the nape of my own thoughts
Thoughts so dry
That they crumble in hope of being baked again
Of finding balance in dyslexic patterns
Patterns strewn across the canvas of my mind
A mind soliciting a cause it no longer believes in
I surprise even myself
As I choose to side love being the essence of life
And hatred a mere handicap-the inability to love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Sagorika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.