जिउनि गासै गुमुरखौ संदान्नो
इसोरनि गोथार मुं दहाय लायो आं
उदां अखोरांआव साननि खौरांखौ लायो
नुयै मोखांनि खोमसिखौ होखारनो
इसोरनि मुं गाबज्रियै गाबज्रियै
मांखरसालिया जेब्ला फावसायलाङो गोजानाव
एसेबांदि आरो हाथासि गोसोआ
थाथिरनाय गैयै नागिरो गोसो मेगननि नोजोर
आरोबाव आं लुबैयो रोजाबनो-
इसेबां जिउनि रंगिना सानफोरजोँ गेलेनो!
Dangling thoughts drip through night's air
Into the shadow's darkness.
Scenes from memories escape
On Mystic waves rolling on
Rivers of dreams trapped in mind's
Gallery of oil paintings,
Ageless portraits dripping on
Neolithic stone tablets
Inscribed with a thousand sins
Zealously committed and
Damning me to night's torments.
I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply.
Loss of words I'll never get surely,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Victory will come so quickly,
Ever imagining it as purely.
Your question goes clearly,
Of course sharing openly,
Up & above all happily.
Embla – like Embla she smiles as she taps on water spilling rhythmically from a cracked pot ––
Rumors. Water reached her the way rumors swelled in the nearby frog's bulging stomach, beamed in its distant gaze, and jutted in its puckered throat.
I, a curious being, drink from her lips – fleshy and always ready to swallow. I look around and see dark wavy pools that are her eyes.
Coffee. Like the rustic blackness of coffee. I muse how having coffee and having sex are alike –
Something has always got to gape.
Ah, she then bares herself as though to consume the night sky; she flits her blanket as a tiger stripped of its skin and somehow she has staggeringly and spontaneously stupefied the sky and robbed it of its constellations.
Lost in the vast bog of stories,
It dies a slow unsung death,
May it meet its personality,
Only impersonality shrouds it now,
Under the flutter of wings,
Shall not get all it deserves,
It'll remain majorly ignored in the clutter of words,
Not because it's poorly projected, but,
Entirely because it's not written in my destiny.
Though my eBook novel has the best story,
It will remain unread because of my destiny.
My destiny is dictated by the planet Mars,
And it has so far marred my happiness.
If anyone is interested in my eBook novel titled 7 Seconds, they may go to its Amazon page for purchasing it.
Find it on: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYY0DMA
And help me bear my medical costs.
My HP Poem #1379