Oct 2010
The day we rolled together-
Rolled and rolled down the alley,
Bended the vertical bushes horizontal,
Our laughter echoed up to the sun,
We baked our souls flesh in hot and warmth,
Whistling together and bruising each other,
With our passion filled ignited feelings,
When the stags turned back to our privacy,
Has come to an end-
With the sun setting off the wounded bushes,
Without returning the glory offered by us,
And absorbing our pleasures for its radiance,
That will dissipate the heat next day,
Exposing our bare protrusions uncontrolled,
For another few hours burning,
Like a corpse turning into ashes,
Where a rickety dog wears soot in abundance.
Rolled and rolled down the alley,
Bended the vertical bushes horizontal,
Our laughter echoed up to the sun,
We baked our souls flesh in hot and warmth,
Whistling together and bruising each other,
With our passion filled ignited feelings,
When the stags turned back to our privacy,
Has come to an end-
With the sun setting off the wounded bushes,
Without returning the glory offered by us,
And absorbing our pleasures for its radiance,
That will dissipate the heat next day,
Exposing our bare protrusions uncontrolled,
For another few hours burning,
Like a corpse turning into ashes,
Where a rickety dog wears soot in abundance.
The flow of the poem is interesting and it rises like a wave and in the middle of the poem where the sun sets, the tidal structure settles down and down till death. I will rather mark it as a poem of contrasting moods that creates a pronouncing effect to the mind when imagined side by side. Our current consciousness is irrelevant to the time coming forward which will be an eclipse of the current moment and even though the same moment will return, it will die by then for us and will be the conscious moment for someone else and when someone attempts to re-live those moments by looking at others who are experiencing the same that once they had, their condition becomes pathetic.
