As the Sun
Seeps into the bones,
A gust of wild wind
Carries an uneven blow
With a smell of stale conjugation
From the distant shores of life,
Drifts into my blood.
The tired afternoon
Crushes the wild buds of desire
Grinds the crystals of sweet dreams
Into powders of slow death
To mix with my evening drinks.
As I start ruminating,
Listening to the stories of-
The youth of angry butterflies,
The dreams of hungry pythons,
The smells of drying plants in
Autumn gardens of the alien,
The tired Sun sets of
The kissing lips,
I doze, sitting on my couch
Where the river of pain
Snakes through
The valley of shadowed heart.
With a smell of stale conjugation From the distant shores of life, Drifts into my blood. A poem rich with lots of imageries. Thanks for the sharing. Nice write. 10++
The tired Sun sets of The kissing lips, I doze, sitting on my couch Where the river of pain Snakes through The valley of shadowed heart. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem 10+++++++++++
The tired afternoon Crushes the wild buds of desire Grinds the crystals of sweet dreams Into powders of slow death To mix with my evening drinks. A great philosophical write sir. Thanks for the sharing. 10++++
The tired Sun sets of The kissing lips, I doze, sitting on my couch Where the river of pain Snakes through The valley of shadowed heart. Yes, I agree with you dear.
With a smell of stale conjugation From the distant shores of life, Drifts into my blood. A poem rich with lots of imageries. Thanks for the sharing. Nice write. 10+++++
The tired Sun sets of The kissing lips, I doze, sitting on my couch Where the river of pain Snakes through The valley of shadowed heart. Yes I agree with you dear Mitra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where the river of pain Snakes through The valley of shadowed heart. Lovely poem shared, thanks for the poem. 10+++
Thank you Surathta for the nice remark and the evaluation.