For those 10 seconds of euphoric high I live,
in a delusional state
the entire time of the day.
So that when the high hits me and
when my body convulses
in its grip,
I tremble with ecstasy
Transporting myself
to that distant part of my memory
which breeds this delusion
and recreate the image of you
which is less ugly.
This is an honestly written poem Sanika. Beautiful poem. I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Sanika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.