Narcissus

12x16 inches; Watercolor, Pen and ink on acid free textured paper (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Narcissus

Reclining by the pool’s end,

You stay lost, gazing at your own face.

Your mind unable to spend

The reasons for such beauty to grace

This unworthy world around...

No, nothing is worthy of you,

No one is good enough for your love!

Trampled they lay like the dew,

Hurt and broken like the arrow shot dove,

Scalded by disdain in you they found.

A love sick sigh escapes, coral lips

Parted in a moist need to kiss the twin

Reflected in the dark pool which sips,

Licks and nibbles at your heart to ruin

And bleed vanity out aground.

Does remorse strike you now?

Remember Ameinias... Echo, you recall?

Feel the sweat gather on your brow

While you await the torment to befall,

Same as a stag cornered by the hound.

No matter how many times

The sword of Ameinias opens you up

Or your cries echo like the chimes,

Your love will not fill your empty cup

Or in your embrace be bound.

You slip into the watery bed

Imagining love waits there with open arms.

Tears of pain and rapture you shed

While being consumed by the siren’s charms,

A flower floats ashore and kisses the ground.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal