Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Forgotten Temple

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



Little Girl Lost said...

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?

Annie Wicking said...

Wonderful words, my dear friend, Subhadip

Creation said...


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!