Stones& Humans Poem by Vartika Pandey

A mere notion of her would’ve been enough
To enthrall her in his artistic being
So intricately carved, I beheld
The otherwise piece of leaden rock.

Her perfect silhouette had endured centuries
As she watched the descendants of the descendants
Go by, like a withered leaf, floating
In the gentle breeze of time.

In this world, so unacknowledged
I shared with her a thread of woe
That made her tranquil and me a demon.

Her youth was immortal, so her splendor
That all were allured by her transfixed gaze.
In her I saw a sorrowful poise
The gentle eyes, a void of grief-filled affection.

How could one not be enmeshed?
And how could one resist temptations
Of proximity to her stature, a touch
From the cold and lifeless, whose
Warmth and passion had filched
Every bit of my unkind soul.

I lament on this grief of lust
I draw a line and lament yet again
Amused by the two Gods
Who had made us stones and humans.

Lashes of time fell upon me
As I continued in the continuity of continuance
And I departed partially
To excuse her serenity for yet another traveler.

Her life and her sorrow
Only realize the worth
Of sympathy, hatred and addiction.
Nothing lies in between...