I wish I could talk to you again
like the way I used to do.
Nights after nights,
your words kept me awake.
But shit has happened and now it's all over,
Yet when I look at your face,
I wish I could touch it
and kiss your lips one last first time,
and take you to an island only for us.
And you would be forever young,
and I would be entirely yours.
It would be the paradise where neither you'll cry nor I'll die.
But now it's gone...
You're gone,
and I'm spent for ever.
There's no fuel to ignite the fire that kept me alive,
the fire of my life,
my love for you,
pure as the look of your eyes,
strong as your gravity that pulled me toward you,
But now it's all gone,
Spent and downright empty.
Nothing remains...
A nice description of human sentiments, words appear as mermaids smoothly swimming in the waves of beautiful lines and the poem appears a river traveling to the the sea of eternity...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sure this was written soon after you lost your love! I can sense that raw intensity of the feelings of a frustrated lover in these lines. Now that you have collected the ashes of your love in an urn, submerge it in the holy waters of oblivion so that you can be back to yourself and not a spectral image of your old, vivacious self! A profuse flow of painful emotions!
It was written when the wounds were really fresh.. But yes, with times, everything subsides, and hope shines bright... Than you Valsa ma'am :)