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The gift to create form, from the mist of imagination, is pure magic!


Monday, October 31, 2011

Weed


11.7x15.7 inches; Pen drawing on  paper (Click on image to enlarge)

I give you an inch
You take the entire limb…
Weighing down my shoulder,
Playing with my head,
Gripping my neck
Smothering me…
Sinking your roots
Deep within my chest.
My heart breaks
Under pressure.
Your unrelenting hunger
Grows in my belly,
Pulling me
Towards gravity.
You have my balls
In your tight fist,
My legs bound
And no ground
Beneath my feet.
You strike me blind,
Licking my words away
You drink with relish
At the stream of tears
And sap my will to rebel.
You usurp me
And yet
You grow on me.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal