Monday, August 2, 2010

Souls and Bodies

The noise inside me stops
as you whisper
A poetry in stone emerges
as you sculpt me endlessly
Was it pain or meaningless happiness
that you chiseled away

A million flowers bloom- and I smell of
as the salt of your skin nourishes me
The scars within me heal
as you assault
Reborn is my fragmented soul
every time you dismember me

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Rakesh! Nice to see you back after a long time.. Great poem but goes over the head of lesser mortals like me.. :)

Nimmy said...

Aaah!! Awesome, as usual, Rakesh! I have a weakness for paradoxes - so you got my full attention right in the beginning! :-)

Anonymous said...

Hello Rakeshji,

Like this one :)