Moments of weakness
Make waves
Choices panic
Between kisses and killings
Lovers and mistresses
The ruins and decay.
The immoral spring
Sees through indecisions
An imperfect bargain
Promises made to be broken
Battles lost in known plane
Battles won in unknown ravines.
The sculptor sees flesh in the stone
Bleeding his love and pain.
No one is interested in
Dead conversation
Freshness of sorrow,
He caresses
The pretty wrongs and bold lies
Celebrates his death
While loving his muse, the Amore.
All the corners of love
The inside out of paradise
The real of unreal smiles away
The life he creates
Art makes it dry
Gallons of tear
No river to cry.
How many tales
Each cell can murmur
No takers for
Difficult past or future.
A pair of eyes
Hiding behind the drab stone
Helplessness overflowing
Truth hardly finds its turn.
At the end of the tunnel
Souls meet in the darkest sky
Sculptor and his muse
Can swim
Across the ocean , can fly.
© ® Rashmi Mohapatra
Rashmi's Poetry Journal 