After the curtain is torn

on

Are prophets and apostles men of love or wrath?
Are the seraph and the cherubim harbingers of good tidings or stern justice?

These paradoxes exist like free will and determinism, choice and destiny, like roads
leading to roads, doubting whether we’ll ever come back, ending with a sigh.

But even if I smoked cigarettes and contemplated divinity
and the mysteries of the universe and got my answers,
I’ll never comprehend you – so tragically beautiful
like a nymph of kindness trapped in a bleak forest
of dust and ashes, swirling and swirling, asphyxiating you,
burning your lungs.

I wish to peel the onion, layer after layer until I reach the core,
I wish to know the secrets you’ve kept and the thoughts
that both liberate you like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes
and keep you caged like a lovesick songbird, chirping, chirping,
chirping, I wish to solve the riddles your inner
Sphinx poses, I wish to see both your inner opulence, furnished
with cushions of catharsis and lush carpets of vivaciousness and
your inner haunted rooms where the apparitions of past trauma
and specters of bitterness roam, devouring and possessing you.

I don’t want this monochromatic mundane togetherness,
so very ostentatious and showy, I wish for you to pierce me
as deep as I pierce you and though the first bell toll harasses complacent
ears, we’ll soon find a rhythm that goes beyond artificial smiles,
the clichéd, how was your day? and pustules and boils hidden by
threadbare rags we wear. I don’t want a forever or even something
that celebrates anniversaries of years of true love with vows resaid. I just wish
to know you and for you to know me after the curtain is torn.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

You’ll find more of Nitin’s work at Fighting the dying light

9 Comments Add yours

  1. Nitin, this is truly grand.
    The veil of separation torn
    asunder, from the top down
    to the ground. For all those
    willing to be stripped bare
    and fully found . . .
    clothed ‘in their rags of light’.

    “And but for the sky there are no fences facing”
    ~ Bob Dylan

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Nitin says:

      Wow that comment devours the core of my poem and I mean it in a good way. I especially liked stripped bare and fully found clothed ‘in their rags of light’. Thank you David.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. This is incredible. Something I will come back to read multiple times.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Nitin says:

      Thank you so much my friend. It means a lot coming from a talented writer such as yourself. I’m humbled.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. And I share that sentiment in return.

        Liked by 1 person

    1. Nitin says:

      Thank you so much Pinky 😋

      Liked by 1 person

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