The trilogy.
Episode one.
I found you,
In your eyes,
A sparkle,
Diamond.
Born of ages.
Man that I was,
I misread,
Light.
Blind and born so,
With a white stick and a red end,
Foundering,
In the deep dark crevasses of my mind.
I faulted,
Sorry,
Testosterone is a curse.
Episode Two.
I saw you,
I fell.
Totally.
Benumbed by my learning,
Cheated by wisdom,
Dethroning my mother,
Sister,
I lunged.
Despite your approval,
In full knowledge of your denial,
I was trapped,
By a chemical,
Let me be honest,
Not a narcotic.
My passion to be me.
Episode three.
I saw you.
You did not.
You saw me,
But not blind,
With a perceptive.
I tore the bill board,
The fine line of myth and reality,
I went for your jugular,
Mauling you,
Annihilating me,
In one second of perfidy,
No mercy.
I want to self set my soul,
In fire.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem