Voiceless dread |
Voiceless dread of heart is deprived of
the manners of demand.
Lights were fading
Cold air began to stop.
Unsymmetrical sketches of pain were drawn
on the pages of the city.
Slow moving clouds
embraced the stars delightedly.
Swathed in light,
I saw her through the veil of feelings,
refreshing my body
through the boiling fires of imagination,
and guessed the restlessness of impatient nerves.
She was out of sight
and remained out of sight.
Waiting became more intense.
Cold air began to stop slowly.
Voiceless dread of the heart sounded to be deprived of
the manners of demand.
What I have required from anyone I don't know,
but I know
I am terrified by the sorrow of dimensional allures.
I am her admirer
but on the basis of what goodness of mine
should I beg love from her?
In payment for which help\
should I claim from her?
Everything is at a standstill,
soft moving clouds.....wind......stars
time.....I myself !
When after entering into the womb of incidents
someone disappears,
who can say to whom
voiceless dread of heart sounds to be deprived of
the manners of demand?