Tomorrows
Ravenous memories of sorrows
Roam into dark windowpanes of your eyes,
Painted motionless in a flowerless panorama
Furious flames fade away
Fire melts all Love's profane lullaby,
Hissing in the ears of innocence
The Boar,
Who found boredom too sore,
Shakes his load of silence down
And parts to face his Double fawn:
Fair vain Adonis.
“I meant to murder you with kisses
For sure I’m a She-Boar”
Surrender
To the words that burn
Words that burn out and tender
Refute
Dance, Dance on her wounded Brute
When the screaming evening
Bends to Love’s last abode
And takes refuge
In eternal
Nothing-ness
Poem burns like a fire of love. Some words growing from red to orange
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a poem par excellence. The maturity of thought is beyond expectation Doosti. thanx for sharing 10