Hey…
I am lost
in these alleys
of obscurity.
huge enough
to suck me in.
small enough
to abandon me.
My heart is trembling,
like a morning leaf.
Wet,
with a slight touch of insecurity.
Why does life
present its wholeness
with a mystical mystery?
Like some ancient corridors,
lit enough,
to reveal their darkness…
'All i need is this rhytm divine and lost in the music this heart wolverine' I will go with what Indira Ji said just below the poems are beyond maturity but whatever it reflects your spirit. A maximum from me for this not restrainting spirit.
touching verses with great imagery, nice simile and metaphors used...well expressed poem.........Thanks
some wonderful imagery used in this fine write......artful.....10
You are a fine imagist. Your last stanza is profound indeed. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ur poems reflect maturity far beyond your age!