Sorrow On bended knees I gave time my pledge To bind you to the dust’s Haziness behind the hedge of human crusts – There can be no sparkling gems, where I fall – Only tattered dress hems swinging In a dark hall – From the tops of desolate frames Twisted with oppressed desire – Caught…
Tag: Fragments of Desire
Revolve the Spinning Top
A speck of agitation is Self – Moulded by atoms and deformed By abstract hope – Stillness? Can it be gathered Does its harvest yield, nourish The discontent of argument? Thoughts nearly always Remain young even as the Withered lips smile The thoughtful idea is beauty – not age. Being part of the spinning top…