The Curse

By Kakoli Ghosh

The curse feeds on love's fondness as a flame nibbles on silky darkness until dawn walks naked, to tame the shades of earthly shame, down the lane of nightlong dignity; cursed love tends to touch infinity.

Love suffers in the void of separation caught in the wise net of salvation, the crafted mirror looks at me, stark, yearning for truth without any art, beauty simply curses me to confess your true love, ageless, timeless.

The curse like carved pillers, old intricate, enigmatic, pathetically cold arches up to support the purity of divine love transcending entity; desires turn into fireflies to glow, flaming pain lights up deep sorrow.

You weep my tear, my senses cry, I bleed in your bruise, wounds pacify. Today runs out of time in soiled feet, Tomorrows proceed, never do meet; the curse closes its eyes

when the mirror falls asleep.

By Kakoli Ghosh