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
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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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