Zakhmi
Us shaam tak
meri soch tumhari thee
mere shabd tumhary thay
jugnooN ki chamak si
tum par abhaa thee
aur main paani paani bani
jangal main beh rehi thee -
dar main thee
magar mohabbat main doobi hue
jhooth jo tere dil main tha
asal ho gaya us shaam
jab hankaar main tum doobay thay
teri aatma kaali gheraaioN main cHup gayi
sheesha jo mire haath main tha
lahu k aansoo bahanay laga
aaj bana hai bvish kal k tukDoN se
bhoot kaal k tukDon ki jagah laitay hue
aur hum badal jaatay hain jaisa chahaiN
aur main dekh rehi hoon baar baar k nayay janam
aasha hai main paas main hi hooN gi
jab sachay dil se tum dekho gay apni hasiyat ko.
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Wounded - Poem by Des Monia
Until that evening
my thoughts were yours
your words were mine
You had this fluorescent aura
sparkling like fireflies
while I was water
rushing through the forest -
afraid and in love at once
The lie you told yourself turned real
- that evening when your ego climbed
your soul fell deeper
in the darkest hiding
The mirror I was holding
started bleeding
Today is made of pieces of the future
replacing pieces of the past
We are the changes we allow
and as I witness
these successive births
I hope to be around
when you decide
to truly see yourself
Des Monia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem