The poet steps
into the mansion
of slain dreams
a blank notebook
in his hand
a vagabond
vying for words
and poems…
the goddess of dark love
has invited him
for dinner tonight
his vision travels
through the dead lights
his secrets shaken
and oblivious,
he loses his way
and so , he finds her
hours later
in the arsenal
of miracles and dark magic
tracing the humid song
of the gramophone
as the lotus
unfurls
through the eddies of darkness
and morphs into
a lady of strange appeal
who sits there
sipping the wine
of black lust and lonely shadows
her lips
smudged with auburn blood
serpents worshipping her eyebrows
her hair
crucified with the skulls
of forgotten lovers
as the solemn candlelight
surrender to those eyes
slowly
the wind is soporific
hypnotizing the poet
with its cold whispers
as he stands there
frozen
a murdered rose
bleeds on the table
her womb
cursed with
zygotes
offered by the white rivers
of artists and clowns
she wants to bury them
in the red chest
that lies on her table
forever
before she serves the dinner
for him
burnt
with the kiss of death
into the mansion
of slain dreams
a blank notebook
in his hand
a vagabond
vying for words
and poems…
the goddess of dark love
has invited him
for dinner tonight
his vision travels
through the dead lights
his secrets shaken
and oblivious,
he loses his way
and so , he finds her
hours later
in the arsenal
of miracles and dark magic
tracing the humid song
of the gramophone
as the lotus
unfurls
through the eddies of darkness
and morphs into
a lady of strange appeal
who sits there
sipping the wine
of black lust and lonely shadows
her lips
smudged with auburn blood
serpents worshipping her eyebrows
her hair
crucified with the skulls
of forgotten lovers
as the solemn candlelight
surrender to those eyes
slowly
the wind is soporific
hypnotizing the poet
with its cold whispers
as he stands there
frozen
a murdered rose
bleeds on the table
her womb
cursed with
zygotes
offered by the white rivers
of artists and clowns
she wants to bury them
in the red chest
that lies on her table
forever
before she serves the dinner
for him
burnt
with the kiss of death
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u r too awesome dude !! wow !!
ReplyDeleteps: i deleted my account from fb .. u can catch me on my blog "my world in words" :)
Great dark images in here Sourik.It's scary,vulgar and still it deals with love!Like the color of seduction.....
ReplyDeleteC my comment on ur last poem too.N c my blog.....
Sorry.... I have even busy with this college stuff too.
@pratibha: Thanks a lot for your precious comment!!! :) :)
ReplyDelete@deeptesh: Thanks a lot , my friend , for your comment!!! I commented on your last poem..do check it out! :) :)
It's awesome, Sourik! This poems evokes emotions both of sadness and joy. The imageries that you have chosen are very different and leave a subtle impression on one's senses. Liked these lines that transport the reader to the world of mysterious fables:
ReplyDelete:The wind is soporific
hypnotizing the poet
with its cold whispers
as he stands there
frozen"
Best regards,
Saima