Life is stirred in a
Goblet made of the
Ashes of nothingness
We are drinking it
With intoxicated lips
Of sheer hopefulness.
Moments slip out
Of a golden spine
Possessed by infinity
Breath of yesterday
Talks on the nape of
Today’s possibility.
Songs of sorrow
Cling to moonlight
On ledge of shadows
Dreams can’t fly out
If we deny to open our
Bright-eyed windows.
Outstanding.................left me speechless and in wonders.My favorite lines are Dreams can’t fly out If we deny to open our Bright-eyed windows.........To do litmus test of our dreams with reality we must keep our eyes opened....WOW....Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a wonderful way with words and ideas, Sanjukta. Thanks