I am standing on the ruins of a forgotten temple
The temple has no goddesses
Only layers of time errected
Like invisible inscriptions
The script, yet to be deciphered
The air around flowing as if trying yet again
To unfold the undeciphered letters of time
All around me
Are spreaded
Wonders of time
Stories of unknown people
Who on the brink of being Known again remained unknown
A turn of oblivian towards the annals of closed chapters
As if these forgotten ruins are waiting anxiously
For a Nemesis of time
And as I stood stranded on the
Rocky ground of this broken temple
I found
That within
The fragments
Of historical ruins
Different fragments of me
Getting mixed..as if lost
A beautiful surrender of melancholy moods
I kept standing
Only like the extinct root of the forgotten time and days
Lay the broken shrine ....
Where bloodspots
are still not
removed!
3 comments:
I am the temple.
I am the deity.
I am the priestess who has mortgaged her life to the worship of me...
lovely poem... kothao berate gesle? na emni mon theke?
Wonderful words, my dear friend, Subhadip
WOW!!
It gave me goosebumps!
I am the kind of a person who's just obsessed with ruins and although temples don't really interest me, yours sure did!
The sheer brilliance with which you've illustrated it... though I couldn't imagine the temple itself, but i could feel the air surroundidng that long-lost vestige.
Magnificent work!
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