You are
The living poems
Of my tears,
The living letters
Of my blood.
You are
The blue alphabets
Of the paper boat,
That floats on
The fluids of passion,
The wave of fusion
Or our carnal desire,
On the ocean of time,
Under the yellow sky
Of our separation.
Marvelous words like these never come to poets like me...passion just flows in moments which come and go and...yours are like the waves of an ocean...now we all know...where passions must come from and to where go... all would know...when big poets like you glow......in the youth of life all are born like ROBERT BROWNING... LOVE POETS SO MANY...You too have the genes come out in plenty... let the world see.... I see it coming from thee...
Lines of full of passion, and love reveal the strength behind the bond,
Loved these beautiful lines of this poem. The fluids of passion, The wave of fusion Or our carnal desire, On the ocean of time, Under the yellow sky Of our separation. 10 for the poem.
You are The blue alphabets Of the paper boat, That floats on The fluids of passion, The wave of fusion Or our carnal desire, On the ocean of time, Under the yellow sky Of our separation. Beautiful lines. Love it.
You are The living poems Of my tears, The living letters Of my blood. Your words are like the oasis of the desert. Thanks for this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are The blue alphabets Of the paper boat, That floats on The fluids of passion, The wave of fusion Or our carnal desire, On the ocean of time, Under the yellow sky Of our separation. Beautifully written. Thanks.
Thanks Sanjukta Ma'am for the great remarks. I agree, this is a beautiful poem shared.