are
you there
in
the next bend of the road?
or
beyond my reach?
or
in the behinds of the door?
I
walk in with held breath
to
encounter you,
to
bare you to shame,
and
to imbibe slowly
thy
oozing venom-
the
wine of ages,
intoxicating
my soul.
No!
You live in the dingy damp cellars,
cloaking
into disguise.
A
sweet grape
held
within thy womb,
nurtured
with poison and darkness
dubious
ever of sinful grace
behold
never sparkling rays
but
Night’s shadows
of
blackened veils and
Kohl-lined
eyes
smeared
with Satan’s blood
kissed
into life by asp’s fangs.
It
grows and grows
into
uncanny shape
eating
minds raw and ripe
alike,
until nothing to quench
but
itself, the monster
gnaws
it all,
devouring
the dark by dark
the
venom by venom,
until
the remains
are
mere bones, dried,
tear-blood
soaked hair,
nails
streaked red,
and
a strange broken
frame
of a skeleton.
The
raw bones speak
truth,
the truth
through
every pore
when
the war is done,
when
the air is stiff of
dried
stinking stained blood,
when
no soul cares to hear
the
reeking truth
thundering
amidst bones
as
it rises, puffs in the misty air
and
vanishes omnipresent,
yet
intangible!
Photo Courtesy: Nandha Kishore
Photo Courtesy: Nandha Kishore
Send this off to a journal. :) Publishing worthy.
ReplyDeleteam pleased to hear so! :)
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