ALCHEMY

You say I’m a weaver of lofty, empty words

Churner of emotions, cooker of sentiments,

Conjurer of dreams, a mere player of chords,

A craftsman superb with fancies’ condiments;

But let me ask you too dear where were you

When volcanoes erupted in my lone yards,

Quakes rocked my soul with cracks but a few,

Craters of wounds oozed streams of words--

From roots of pores pouting pools of blood

When I struggled with myself in love’s lieu,

Engulfed by the deluge from despair’s flood

A mind constantly aching to change its hue ?

Alchemy of love lost does great wonders dear

Springing words from an abyss for all to cheer !

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K.PADHI 28.05.15