Page 59 - SHAPES OF LOVE

THE SWINDLING MONK FEEL ME

The sway of the nymphs Want to feel the spring of my love
Lost their rhythm
Go and ask the intoxicated bees
The stars forgot to shine
Want to feel the warmth of my love
You divulge the truth in silence
Ask the lava that erupted from the volcano
Your heart is no more mine
Want to feel the depth of my love

The warmth between smothered Ask the oyster which got thrown by the waves
But the flakes still exist as pain Want to feel the fragrance of my love
A weathered past like an old malady Ask the roses bathing in the dew drops
Buried deep down the memory lane Want to feel the softness of my love

Ask the breeze which entangles with my hair
The promises were to toy the heart
Want to hear the song of my love
As fragile as a butterfly’s wing
Ask the bard who wanders in the wilderness
Intoxicating the senses to love
Alluring the soul to dream Want to read the poem of my love
Step into my eyes and drink in every word...
But, all was a lie a mere act
Adrift in the dust of past ©Aruna Lakra
The blossoms were left to wizen
Crowned to slaughter the trust

Pounding with the deceiving beats
The core was lurid with murk
An assassin in disguise of a monk
Extirpating my love in lurk

@Debjani Mukharjee

50 K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi SHAPES OF LOVE 51