Subhendu Mohanty

02/09/2015

He sighed, and then murmured:

“Would I be ever able to tell you?

How much love I have, my desire,

How I drown in a boiling quagmire,

to behold that pearly face once

I adorn this dark grim attire…

Would you ever understand?

Just to feel your breath once

I dare a path of fire, day after day

And yet

All I get is just a passing glance…”

 

 

“Would you, o passenger of night,

Take pity on me, convey my plight

To the brightest of faces you’ll ever see

To a smile that gives life to the seven seas

Would you tell her of my love, just for once?

That it’s her gleam I dream of day and night?”

 

 

He smiled, the rogue monster

In the garb of a friendly messenger

Played with his words and betrayed his trust

Made them his own and gave in to lust

When the birds flew back and when the lily blossomed

He gathered around with his thousand hoods

She was lost for a moment in his dark despair

But, of love’s magic he was not yet aware!

 

 

In a lightning flash, she slipped away

Away from his clutch to her beloved “Sky”

The “Moon” shone again with her sparkling mane,

The rogue “Cloud” chased but all in vain,

The sky never knew that she always knew

The moon loved him as much as his heart’s due!

 

 

A love that brewed in his heart through the scorching blaze,

Diminished her too, light by light, over days and days

Till she vanished only to take birth again,

To speak of a love felt but never spoken!

 

 

What words could we ever put?

What colours could we ever choose?

To find love is to solve a mystery

Of life itself that is His sorcery

It’s an answer without a question or clues

For Love and Love alone, is His only muse…

 

 

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