I started and went on.....
The depths were 'deep' and were deepening on.....
I loved the way it was going on.....
Didn't pause for a moment and walked alone.....
'Alone', perhaps I am confused.....
My thoughts were there all the time.....
I wanted to have a moor place.....
So walked away, away and away.....
I tried to stop thinking and closed the 'two lights'.....
Wanted to feel the dark and mingle in it at all.....
I wanted to float as a cotton ball.....
I wanted to float as a 'fallen leaf'.....
I wanted to scatter in smallest spaces.....
Like the 'dirt' or the 'ash' is.....
'No' even smaller.....like the darks.....
No one sees what's hidden alass!
'Those darks' always attract me.....
'O' wondering I am I love 'the' darks.....
Is it a kind of illness or 'Melancholy' loves me.....
I too enjoy this 'agony'.....
Finally the depths are reached.....
'Amazing depths'.....
No one is here not even my shadow.....
But still I'm not 'alone'.....
Weighted with my own thoughts.....
'O' where's that moor place.....?
May be it is where death 'Awaits'.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful realisation.intelligent depth discovery.brought me to captive wild where fallen leaves keep trenches beneath its unseen wings.many a times we feel alone, we want to explore such adventurous moors.regards shivani.