Perhaps I’m losing her again
but I have grown weary of life as well,
of the recursion of sorrows and pain,
of the worthlessness of my deeds
and indifference when in a dire need!
Now my lips can smile even when I’m in a hell!
My eyes don’t, they have lost the glint
of happiness and joy, of hope and dreams!
I think you would have felt the same, had you
been losing life each year like me,
yes the taste of death is sweet, that I know
but the tanginess of rebirths outgrows them all!
Perhaps it is my destiny
to enact lord Tithonus for eternity,
an immortal love growing old,
wrinkled and weary, dying to exhale its final breath,
in the hope of a nirvana,
though locked in a cage like the Sibyl of Cumae!
If I were a ragged pair of claws
scuttling across the floors of silent seas,
would it have been easier to live my life
with this illusion of having
an ocean atop my negligible head!
O, how I wish I were a bird that sang, instead!