The Whispers Of The Wind
There must be something in today
that wind blows so fiercely today
striving to offer unsaid signs
its loud Whispers in my head today....
revealing what heart already knows
making the vessels furiously flows
telling me all the forgotten tales..
Deep buried those are in Earth's breast
makes me awake when whole world rest
this gentle tickle shove me to the sorrow,
where we had all the dreams of tomorrow,
but listen.....
what this trickster, is trying telling me
don't get indulge in this mystery tree
now,
how should I tell my heart not to love
who says, you belong to me my love
how to stop my cravings for you
when impulses in me, are as true as a dew,
how do I believe
all this is a bubble
with which if you mingle
you get all the trouble,
all may be momentary
which includes you n me
but not our love which has no transitory....
but nothing we hold forever
then why consociate in faux endeavor
why not just go with the flow
which makes the perception bestow
no one was ever there for you
no one will ever be here for you
you were alone
you will be alone
no matter how much your heart moans.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The whisper of the wind, good