Monday, 17 June 2013

Bewitched


She melts my soul with her
Saturnine Cries,
Riding a Chalice,with wings spread
Far and Wide,

The bespectacled moon falls &
Kisses her flight,
Hush!!!.....she sings..putting to rest
The somatic mind...


The shadows of lust torment now
& then,
Her licentitous rake,She spawns...
not in vain, Twilight dawns on her Divine face,
Ahhh!! the bewitching Smile,
Entwines her holy grace...


May be the heart is too small a place
to dwell upon,
She weeps a trillion tears,till the
Times provoke me to yearn ;
Lost am I , in the realms of this
Wilderness,the Somniferous Aroma
of her laconis speech,
My rapturous Delights,
My despairing shrieks,have all become
so grim;
Help me,O Lord!!!!......I am BEWITCHED!!!!!!!!!!



Ahh!! there she is flying like an
Unfettered Cherubin,
The parting of her lips,what Concealed mysteries reveal;
My Soul is held captive in her
Amaranthine locks,
I bear the Monkey’s jeers and the
Vociferous Parrot’s talk.



I know,I’m Drowning in
this enigmatic Snare,
But What miracle can this ruined heart do????
When even Angels don’t dare....
Such is the magnificence...her Beauty
Profound....that it enslaves
Me forever,
TOrtured,TEsted and Traumatised.....
My hopes of survival look dim...
Help ME....OH!!!LORD...I am Bewitched.....



Like the fatigue of an endless day...
The fibre stealthily succumbs to
Fear and fate;
Like the pride in an oblivious cognizance,
The flickering Candle-light Douses
The flames of hate....



CAndles of LOVE....CANDLES OF
Mysticism...
Cisters of UTOPIA & Cradles of Romanticism ;
There is Bloom in Good &
Pulchritude in Evil,
And Beauty runs Wild...Even in the
most Lowly Fables...



Fables of Peace and Foibles of Fools,
Her glory Unmatched.....to reinvent
The tools;
Tools of Amour & tools of Pain,
Destiny can’t be blamed as....life is
Soaked in Disdain....



A life of Delight and Dismay,
A spell of Rebirth and Decay;
Enchanted by the quiver of those
Celestial Eyelids,
..........    is lost in the Delusions of
Wrongs and Misdeeds.




And thus spake the Nocturnal Spirit,
In her egregious Gothic Obsession ;
The light in the Hut is Dimly Lit;
By the allusions of her
Infernal Aggression....


Still,Subtle streaks of Regret &
Repentance,
Obscures this Wondering Mind ;
The Shadows of faith and Belief,
Call me from far Behind...


And as the sanguine Sky Stoops to
kiss the Crimson Sea,
I sit & sing the Hymns of
the Mightiest love....
Ever Preached ;
And as the distant voices storm into
my delirium,
I crawl my way back to the
Forbidden land.....dazed &

BEWITCHED......





                       Chandra Shekhar  Pal....
     Found this one while rummaging through my Old College copies....