The phoenix

Poetry, Mar '14
By Rudra Kishore Mondal

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 Eden

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 is a painter and freelance graphic designer and calls his artistic quest Rudrascape (rudrascape.blogspot.in).