Inti short poem

Peter Nicolai Arbo [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

In this battlefield, I’m the charioteer
and you, dear Sun, my chariot.
The reins I hold, your golden hairs
are slipping out of my grip.

So please be gentle with your blue rays
that blind my eyes with the haze of light
For you, the Sun of West
and I, the Warrior of East
have lands to conquer
and tales to spin.

Oh move swiftly my beloved Sun
for we have enemies to leave behind.
Enemies,the lost days of our desire.
Let ecstasy be your spoked wheels
and thirst, the yoked steeds

Let the wheels gain momentum
and the steeds run with light.
I shall then ride you up to the ocean.
The ocean of nectar sweat
where there’s no horizon
and no longer, dusk.

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Awesome. Simply loved it!

Meghana Joshi

Great imagery , beautifully vivid lines. Impressive indeed!


Gutsy and wild! Loved it!