Yes, I want to see for myself
The stern madness involved in
Trying the treacherous, which
You had done with your barefeet
And treaded the scorching trails
Of impracticable desires, the wrath
Of which did not thaw your honest wish.
Yes, I want to believe for myself
The magic involved in privacy of
The starry night that drives you out
Onto the porch of imagination
Where you watch your dreams
Coming alive on the darkish canvas
In entire variety of your intimate thoughts.
Yes, I want to touch for myself
The warm texture of virgin tears
Treasured in the cove of stateliness
That you had so copiously spilled
In full abandon at moments of
Silent grief, yet keeping
Your fragile heart wet with undying love.
Yes, I want to scar myself with
The decoration of your name
As you did without pause, and
Witness the beauty of unfathomable
Fondness which you had displayed
By immortalising me on the
Bloodied skin of your bare chest.
Yes, I want to feel for myself
The extreme pain involved in the
State of self hostility, which you
Had gone through while facing the
Acid rain of rejection in complete
Emotional nakedness that scalded
The skin, flesh and every inch of
Your tender heart which did not give up hope.
very assertive ans emotional poem. thanx for sharing. voted10 surya
so lyrical...lovely flow of words with emotion...emotional nakedness
RK has said it all..........this is a wonderful poem seema.......u do it with so much ease....
it is a beauty of a poem, which projects the love of the guy and the response of the girl.both are intense, actually the intensity of the guy's love is expressed by the girls's 'i love you ', she loves him with equal madness, , treading teh scorching trails ans with honest wish and desire, , second stanza talks of teh magic of teh love, another facet of teh guy's love, , the dreamy like atmosphere is created by 'starry night' and desire to hold on to teh intimate thoughts on the 'darkish canvas', , the agony of love is teh theme of third stanza, , and the second line of third stanza id a gem, , she recognises and caresses the 'fragile heart wet with love and virgin tears.. how lovely it is, , how exclusive it is to see the shedding of virgin tears..inexperienced tears, , crystal tears..just tears and nothing else...unadulterated tears..teh fourth stanza integrates the guy and teh girl and an indellible script of love is written on teh rock...teh last stanza speaks of the wish to accept the rejected soul and own it and nurture it and heal it back to life and living....very intensely and deeply felt poem, , lucky guy who gets the love from teh poetess, , , , thanx
The skin, flesh and every inch of Your tender heart which did not give up hope! ! ! ! ! your love has passed throught through difficult times and u r very much in know of it andthis makes u so strong and affetionate... i loved the way u have put it...10 read mine hopes against hopes....miss i miss u
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
while i was reading this poem i could recollect a beautiful piece of Lord Byron—(Don Juan) ' But words are things, and a small dropp of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; 'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this -, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his. ' though there is no one to one correlation great people draw parallels...great work Seema