Musings on a Stone Statue

By Sini Jose

Standing still

With a stony silence

The stone statue

So remote and distant

So far off and alien. 

Pieces uneven pasted all across, 

Mystery curves lay in-between so, 

What kind of fears it is sewn with

What kind of grief carved it so hard... 

Staying still in blue springs 

Staying hard in showering rain

What pain frozen so deep

What disgrace melted on skin

What wound left unhealed

What shame buried unsolved

Had made it so deaf 

To the sweetness of a Nightingale's songs, 

Had made it so stiff

To the softness of a feather-touch so cool...

Untold epics echo my words

And the mystery posture remain so cold

Waving and swaying in tempting red-twilights

Yet only the shadow that bears this truth... 

Grasslands or fragrant gardens, 

Mystical forests or ancient deserts, 

Dancing seas or love-making shores, 

None could break its silence so tight

None could light its truth so dark. 

Yet it drawns the free bird a captive

Yet it burns the green leaves of a hill-tree

The fire that it carry is so wild 

The stars that shine is too bright to adore

Rays so lifeful hidden from all

Radiates all along the untrodden paths...

By Sini Jose