Not To Be Understood
We were not in the
same book. Gods different,
we were placing dots
and dashes, smelling nights
writing our own epitaphs.
What this insane world
had offered to you in the
family of nonbeings?
I learn to sell my
wounds to buy peace.
The equinox equals
the strange life. Half yours and
half mine.
Undoing the disgrace
of falls, living in glorious
retreat, you do not want
to be understood.
The evergreen grass under
the running feet, would have the last laugh.
New Poems
-
Spread Love
Written by Ignatius Nazareth -
Will you marry me
Written by Ignatius Nazareth -
Wish you a Happy New Year
Written by Ignatius Nazareth -
Friends Forever
Written by Ignatius Nazareth -
The S(econd)pouse
Written by Ignatius Nazareth
Latest Activity
-
Carolyn Booker commented on a poem "The Cross Room"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "Spread Love"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "Will you marry me"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "Wish you a Happy New Year"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "Friends Forever"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "The S(econd)pouse"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "JINA Sikha rahi thi"
-
Ignatius Nazareth wrote a poem "Apko Dost Banne K baad"
-
Louise Gedeon wrote a poem "Life Is Fragile And Filled With Unexpected Events "
-
Sandra Faye commented on a poem "Two Boxes"