I lie wide awake
Aimlessly gazing at the ceiling
Ear-shattering silence, I can hear nothing but nothing at all
Brushing aside dishevelled hair
Arranging each thought
Mentally and physically
Crumpled sheets, distance and indifference
Cigarette remains telling the night tales
Of lust and passion and raw sex
Craving for more- or is it need for love?
Amorous activities
Each hour reminiscent of indulgence
Scattered clothes, naked bodies
Tilted glasses, uncorked bottles and emotions
Stains and tell tales
Cold fire, musty lingering smell of a story untold
An act caresses the affair
New day breaks. It is all over
Time to go back. Restart the routine once again
Expurgation
Obscure thoughts, blatant memories
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words run like a picture on the cinema screen. Each word represents an action quite different from the other. A good combination of imaginary thoughts of a young poet flows in this poem.