Kundalini

13.5x20.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

Sleeping coiled like an embryo,

In the hollow of my crescent body,

You are distant and yet so close!

I breathe in your scent,

You breathe out my longing

Uncoiling in my loins, like a rose.

You hear my distant call,

A whistle of a train far away

On a silent night it echoes.

You stir and reach back to fumble

Deep into my throbbing memories,

Between my third eye and my nose.

You tingle and travel up my spine,

Igniting the seven spheres of my being,

Bliss like a cold fire in me grows.

You slither in my head like goose bumps,

I open my eyes and receive your lips,

A lotus of thousand petals blows.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal

My Heart Has A Mind Of Its Own

20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

SOLD. In private collection

If opposites attract,

Virtue will find vice

While truth lies.

Love will court hate,

As good opens the gate

For evil to slyly embrace

And Kiss the face.

The strong will seek

Power over the weak,

But weakness will turn

To strength and burn

The effigy of power,

Like a ghost in the tower.

Fear will flirt

Under the skirt

With the noble and the brave,

As beauty will crave

The caresses of an ugly mind,

So utterly unkind!

Grief will explode in bliss

As control will fearfully kiss

The lips of careless choice,

And the civilized voice

Will call out to the wild

Like a disobedient nagging child.

Morality will creep

In bed to sleep

With the wicked and wanton

In complete abandon,

While pity will swell

And with cruelty dwell.

If opposites attract,

Believe, for a fact

Familiarity will breed contempt!

And you will forever attempt

To preach and to disown

 My heart which has a mind of its own.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal