I have taken a gulf
into my heart
What uses are pen, that
deny its ink
to take whiskers of the night
If I am deluded
I am deluded by my senses –
light, sound and smell;
That which touch me
wear a woeful look
My deformity limp
on the steady path of life
I was perfect in death
reigning my silent throne
whispering words beyond silence
A challenging, image-packed literary piece.
So much thanks Dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.
A nice little piece of complex imagery and existential motif.
So much thanks dear Sir Kamlesh Achrarya Jee.
Poem which can make you feel and see
Yes, to feel the reality. So much thanks dear Sir Sam tem.