COBWEB

A  dark  dungeon of  desires

at the edge of the jungle

feeding on memories’ corpses

caught  in the dank threads of Time

as our heart towards an awkward silence

round the clock  races;

webs of wild love

 woven by a  huge black spider

whose intricate  sticky cells

sometimes break

but  instantly rebuild themselves

like a magician’s wishes;

to  catch  you unaware

when you   prod on

to  find the final  meaning

like the glow-worms on the riverside

trying to read the lines

carved on the waters by anguished lovers

in their hearts’ million pines

and hardly the mystery uncovers !

Why are you afraid of these webs

that  oft’ stick on to your skin

like some unwanted thoughts

during a  prayer or  a reflection

as you move on and on

before reaching the desired destination !

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

05/10/14