Verselet of Ambrosia
You failed to realise my divinity,
My short- lived virtue of spirit,
Your gross mind stops to think
to go beyond thinking,
You are caged like a free bird in
a forest,
Your mind is your forest full of notes,
The Orchestra of emotive Joy,
You jumped into naught and in that jumping
was your effort,
I am a song without notes,
I am a poem without words,
You made a way to reach me
and failed to trace it,
I am a line in the lifting waves,
Underneath a silent sea bottom,
I am a silent song without tongue,
The debris of absolute zero,
My love is my blessing and
my Joy is my fount,
Pouring every moment with no respite,
I am a space where no journey can be made,
You breathed through me and
felt no symphony in me,
Not an iota in the atom of my Being,
My touch is my blessing and
My thought is my fragrance,
Within the womb of a spark
I amlike a fleeting bird on it's wings,
I am the sound of fluttering wings,
You failed to listen to it for your gross thinking.
You and me a total me or total you,
You and me a songless wave,
A wave of verselet of absolute ambrosia.
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You and me a total me or total you, You and me a songless wave, A wave of verselet of absolute ambrosia. - - - -A poem of absolute beauty, thanks for sharing.
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Verselet of Ambrosia, There are some breathtaking expressions, so may to quote here, From the Poet's Note i see that you have embraced so many things here.
A free flowing bitterness.effacement of emotional attachment in a years old relationship.last 3 lines are looking a little odd.it proves the poet's vain effort to establish the fact that despite all the mistakes the beloved person has made they will remain one. -laurraine
The debris of absolute zero......great piece. Thank u, dear friend. anjandev roy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a silent song without tongue, The debris of absolute zero. I am the sound of fluttering wings. Astounding sense of surprise poetics. Excellent Prabir!