9.7x13.7 inches; Pen drawing on paper with water color wash (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection
Your nest is your pyre.
On a bed of myrrh,Strewn with ageless suffering
The sepia Cinnamon twigs
Form a fence of memories,
Fading…
Entwined with the Spikenard,
Gathered from the lost
Of love and yearning,
You breathe your last…
Igniting the inferno,
Devouring the past.
The purging flames grow
Into unmarked wings,
An unbroken heart
And you are born anew
From the ashes of desire.
- Rudra Kishore Mandal
4 comments:
mesmerizing..!!
Really good! Are the poems yours too?
Thanks Subhendu! :)
Thank you for the appreciation!:) Yes, most of the poems and writings are mine, unless mentioned otherwise! The texts and poetry taken from other sources are duly credited.
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