Prayag Saikia

Web Of Mist - Poem by Prayag Saikia

Is there a billion-year-old spider
in the sky,
after spinning the web of the cosmos,
in a reclining posture,
with four pairs of limbs apart?

If it's there,
I'm a self-offered prey
in the vase of a live planet
with a long autobiography of the human mind.

Till now
I've imbibed enough nectar
and it seems
immortality is a curse.

Pondering over the rendezvous
with the weaver insect,
I become a renegade pilgrim.

Away from the eternal bliss of heavenly shrines,
Hemlock is divine.

thus, I crave for you
with four limbs apart,
glued to the web of mist.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about Web Of Mist by Prayag Saikia

  • (4/26/2018 10:40:00 AM)

    Again...a wonderful and yet very thoughtful poem...thanks for sharing...''immortality is a curse.'' and ''I become a renegade pilgrim.''...great! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2018

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