Monday, March 10, 2014

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 (

1 comment:

  1. The pain of desire transformed into one more thing of beauty.