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
Monday, August 2, 2010
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3 comments:
Hi Rakesh! Nice to see you back after a long time.. Great poem but goes over the head of lesser mortals like me.. :)
Aaah!! Awesome, as usual, Rakesh! I have a weakness for paradoxes - so you got my full attention right in the beginning! :-)
Hello Rakeshji,
Like this one :)
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