Green grins through earthly eyes,
heart muffles into ocean’s blue,
dust inflames by the fire in the forest
night stashes in hide from the gleams of light
across the mystery of the jingle tone
moment streams through when eternal
desire comes true on the lips of thirsty summer
dream reels through the passion ecstatic
the mist of morning bristles faster
over the warmth of seeping tea cup
and I do remember soliloquy of silhouette
heaving across the rungs of the quest.
the flow of ur thoughts captures my mind...and carries me along the quest! expression solid and diction excellent! loved ur creation.....!
Very well crafted, fantastic imagery, and lovely and flowing syntax that takes the reader on very nice quest...I loved it! Cheers, Thomas K
What a riviting poem! ! ! The wording and flow jsut leaves me breathless.
Once again i feel your poem is observing nature for personal awakening and the 'rungs of quest' are a climb towards spiritual enlightenment.
Once more showing love. Great description of you are in the jungle and I think you're going to the side of the sea. The expression you made give me an image of your poem and it's so vivid. To me this poem seem that you're escaping from something during the night since light won't be seen in the jungle. I don't know if I'm right, but it seem that this poem is about escaping violence like wars, and the only way to escape is through the jungle of night. Very great, great poem, so vivid when I read this, I give this a 10! ! !
wen green starts grining...n silhouette starts talking then....it signals that.....heaven is here....... so many colors..in ur poem... thanks i felt like i am in heaven....wat a beauty it has...hats off.......gr88888
This description of nature has not to envy anybody anything. This author learnt from Eliot and surpassed the Simbolists. The quest is not yet over, more or less Freud would say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a different realm a different level of creative acumen