Monday, October 25, 2010

Divine Mould



I am just a lump of clay for YOU,
I know!

Whatever form You make
I am just that.
Nothing else.
One moment a ravishing seductress.
The next, a devoted wife.
Any mould – of wisdom or of vice
Of beauty or blemish


I am all Yours to carve, I know!

But somewhere within,
Mysterious threads of thought sprout,
Spreading tentacles of mystic images in my brain
Churning deeply-embedded emotions,
Transforming the ordinary into the divine.
I feel I am being peeled away bit by bit,
Every piece a rotten overgrowth of pretensions.
Scratched of all scrap I am left nude, bare,
Free of a burden I had not known existed.
I now flow light amidst waves of time and space
Awaiting the final mould –

8 comments:

anacronk said...

"Free of a burden I had not known existed." - I love this! Beautiful poem!

kathew said...

this is a lovely poem...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Anacronk. Nice you liked the poem. All the different roles we play in life intentionally or not...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Kathew. Nice that you liked the poem.

Kristen Haskell said...

Shail,

Divine Mould is beautifully written. I read it out loud twice and it is simply beautiful a "Divine Image engraved for eternity."

Thank you for visiting my blog and reading my story Framescape. I just posted part three in case you are interested. I will be continuing this story for sometime to come. I hope you will check back when you can. I would love to hear your feedback (good or bad).

Warm wishes,
Kristen

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Kristen.

I am happy that the poem moved you so. And that you even read it aloud. That is the greatest compliment for me.
Yes, I will read your story and comment.

Nice Day
Shail

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Anacronk. Nice you liked the poem. All the different roles we play in life intentionally or not...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

"Free of a burden I had not known existed." - I love this! Beautiful poem!