01-16-2013, 03:51 AM
Kamadeva
To escape from passion's prison
I called up the skies above,
I invoked the hindu Kama-
Kamadeva, god of love.
He came to me, a proud son,
A parrot's back he's riding,
A string of coral blooms from sea,
His charming lips, are binding.
A quiver is behind his wings,
He has no bolts, but flowers,
The river Ganga gave him those
To strip away my hours.
A bloom he put to string his bow,
And shot my chest with rapture,
From then I pass the nights alone
In dreams I can't recapture.
He came to me with deadly arrows
To scold my grand delusion
The son from heavens up above
The god of blank illusion.
Inspired by my favourite poet M. Eminescu =)
To escape from passion's prison
I called up the skies above,
I invoked the hindu Kama-
Kamadeva, god of love.
He came to me, a proud son,
A parrot's back he's riding,
A string of coral blooms from sea,
His charming lips, are binding.
A quiver is behind his wings,
He has no bolts, but flowers,
The river Ganga gave him those
To strip away my hours.
A bloom he put to string his bow,
And shot my chest with rapture,
From then I pass the nights alone
In dreams I can't recapture.
He came to me with deadly arrows
To scold my grand delusion
The son from heavens up above
The god of blank illusion.
Inspired by my favourite poet M. Eminescu =)