This is my story
The Silent life
Desolation is saying
Why are you suffering cruelties?
One old story
Voiced by loneliness
Each wound is growing
It is saying some thing to me
From the lap of memories, I pick thorns that are pricking me
I am living in the shadow of falling walls
This is my story
A sign without signs
There is a fear flowing
It is saying some thing to me
Sent dew of love into my garden
The shadows of sadness are raining all the time
My eyes are getting tangled with the darkness
There is no one, No one at all who can tell me
How long can one watch the path of light
There is no one, No one at all
Neither close, Nor far
This is love
The heartbeat
Which is declaring its love
It is life that keeps on living
It is swallowing blood
It is sewing dreams of the eyes
Now no one is with me
But yet there is an awareness of the presence of someone
Tangled in the memories
There is a hope of life
This heart is a forest of memories
This heart is surrounded by thorns
From the lap of memories, I pick thorns that are pricking me
I am living in the shadow of falling walls
This is My Story
And this is my story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem