for those few moments
I was gold dust
footsteps skirting around me
watching the glitter with awe
anger
pleasure
lust
hunger
there was no love
as eyes stripped me
into the night
a flickering light
cast shadows
the wick bent
with sullen flame
fresh flowers dead
in heat
I was taken
sweaty palms shining
with my glitter
no awe, anger, pleasure, lust, anger
no love
I was just dust
moulded
goddess of gold
~FV
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A Happy Diwali to all and best wishes for the light to shine within us...
2 comments:
I am using this comment to post one of my favorite poem I first heard on a BBC documentary:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wait-for-me-translation-of-k-simonov/
hope its not too depressing for a joyous occasion of diwali.
hitesh
Thanks, Hitesh, for sharing...I think any occasion is good enough for joy and depression!
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