essence and colors of twilight
ceased my heart,
yet still I have looped
on your thinking, my darling
snowflakes have covered the trees
underneath cold wind blows from north
My spirit become low,
what a teach of the nature!
darkest horizon what it has meant,
that threats my nights and days-
stars have blended, apart from hopes
clouds are whirling on drifted edge,
dreams have broken,
run with autumnal cloud
I can rather want to you,
my darling
As alluring attention that dies,
with illusion and hallucination
The last -
ever and forever,
my confession
I will die with a claim
of romantic torment,
‘O' darling and you will face,
the rude reality at the end -
- Shaleheen,28th Sept,2013
Reminds me of a book that was called True Confessions. Just telling of ones problems and concerns can clear the mind and heart of clutter. Clean up everything so life can go on. Good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vivid imagery, well composed poem and after all confession is the heavenly thing we must confess thank