Robert Frost said, “Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”It’s a great truth. Translating poetry can even make you carve your own noose with the very rope that was used to create the original. Full Reel…
Ferocious fangs of indifferenceDelving into Tender flesh of despised loveKindling untoMomentuous pangs of conscience…
You prickled my life,Here and there,To mark strikingly vivid checkpoints, Where you could step at will,And fetch blood oozing from those stained bins,To polish your nails red;The color you love,The color that kindles you; empowers youFor deliberate annihilation of the soul seeking you.But what comes of it?It stains in time,Sticks to your nails like a persistent parasite,Slowly nourishing upon your beauty,Breaking and tearing your nails,Eating up all your vanity,Making you look like a homeless witch,Waiting at doorsteps during wee hoursFor a bowl of porridge.The only…
A half-minded manDrinks from a bowl half-filled with poisonTo be one with love…
Every time I dream of Full Reel…