the monochrome sky, changeable watercolored world and the blowing minds.
The restless sea with its lusts for life and animations,
And of these pyscholoical contacts, an assemblage of thoughts and words, maybe even musical chords.
My interplays to them will speak.
with the souls on those same pages as my mind.
We were deemed mortals butimmortals in thoughts,
deemed sane but who
know the monstrous tapestries, the temptations, the failedattempts and turmoils of our poets mind
taught chastity but deviant and not totally monogamous
jealous of the young flesh in comparison to our wrinkled skin and old age,
Wet relished and envy beauty the young bodies with their pristine vigor and vitalities.
The mind is restless, capricious and full of temptations,
The mind, an unrestrained poetry and romantic dramas, lustful and greedy,
The mind hijacked tales and dark machinations and hell, guilt and conscience, to make a representation,
The mind is young and always in love, finds love.
I love all things living beyond the deaths and destructions.
The hoardings of jewelries and gold, purchasable and profitable from bargains or resale are my happiness and my obssessions of the hunt.
For a poet a unique mind, and free expression are the writings of his poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully penned a poets profile..good one