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Shivendra Om Jul 2015
Vorrei la foto tua
d'un tempo andato
amore mio adorato

–per esserci, con te

quand'eri giovane abbastanza
per non sentire ancora
la mia predestinata

–assenza
{ English version }

[ Memories of a soulmate ]

I'd like to have
an old picture of you
my love

–to be with you

when you were young
enough, not to feel yet
my predestined

–absence

Italian and English versions by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Shivendra Om Jul 2015
My hands on fire
—flaming wings
in a paper heaven
—burning quills
of some hell raven


I'm writing words
turning into ashes


My smoking corpse
is all remains
burned to bones
with no remorse
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Shivendra Om Jul 2015
I'm a refugee

in a world of
—unmotherly
words

rooted in fatherland
{ English is not my mother tongue. My father was an Italian poet }

by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Shivendra Om Jul 2015
Give me
not your softness
—tonight

too hard
to forget
—and survive
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Shivendra Om Jul 2015
My life
suspended

between
two wor-l-ds

—you
—me

My beautiful coma
my extended little death

Don't resuscitate me
—please
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Shivendra Om Jun 2015
You sound
rigorous but gentle
to me, my love

—Bach, probably

in a sweeter
musical incarnation

—Stay

I will be your devoted listener
through the centuries
and beyond
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Shivendra Om Jun 2015
...when jealousy delights
my wounds
—again
She uses the gentle edge
of the blade
—you
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
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