Voyage Of Love Poem by Prasanna Mishra

Everyday
Your golden fingers
Place two intertwined wicks
on the shining brass lamp
And feed the twins
Belly full
With home made ghee
In that hall
Where both of us
Say our daily prayer;
One day
Lighting the waiting lamp
Before you could reach it
I asked
If this was love
Love is beyond mundane
You said, with a smile


I would form a rainbow to reach you
I said
Which both of us
Would climb
from both ends
And reach
The pinnacle of expectations
You pointed
At a spectre of nimbus
Snapping its continuity
The fear of falling down
From dizzy heights
Inhibited me
From climbing
You watched me
With a smile


I would reach you
Sailing the grand craft
Of ancient Kalinga mariners
I said
Crossing the seven seas
And bring you
From shore afar
You pointed
To the many wrecks
Of grand crafts
In the dark depths of lagoon
Even before
Those could sail
out of the harbour;
I forsake the craft
While you watched me
With a smile.

Then let me turn
Into a glow formless
Of love sublime
And row you
From an island of indulgence
To a hamlet of abstinence
From dazzling light
And deep darkness
To ethereal twilight
Of smouldering amber
Of Incense
I said;
You lowered
Your speaking eyes.

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