i stood still in the southwest balcony
savouring the washed landscape
after a brisk monsoon shower
for sometime when the heat
emnating from my body
made me restive
i thought it's the day's heat
that the rain threw up hitting
hard on my sensitive nerves
o, no!
the unsettling heat turned
me into a child playing
with fire in sheer boredom
after returning from school...
from nowhere winds
began to blow and
i was forced abandon the play
lest winds and fire conspire
whispering winds
sweeping winds
uplifting winds
i desperately tried holding
my body steady against
the teasing winds...
ha, it's then i knew
that i was in fact struggling
against the winds
of your passion and
the fire that burned me
was the fire of desire
that you kindled...
far beyond
i spotted a lone bird
circling in the sky
31aug2009
21.54hrs
whispering winds sweeping winds uplifting winds.................good enunciation! tenner...
You blend so well with the elements of nature. Fiery Passion! I wish every passing moment enhances your sensitiveness. '......i was forced abandon the play lest winds and fire conspire ' I liked these lines the most.
heya prof wonderful..... naughty... the halmark... and the fluidity too some tender and emotive... obliquity...great job like alwaz.... a student gives the prof ten/ten...lolzz cheers and well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'i stood still in the southwest balcony / savouring the washed landscape / after a brisk monsoon shower / for sometime when the heat / emnating from my body / made me restive...' tender lines.