Pilgrimage Of Love

On a Broken slab I sat at the shrine of betrayal,

Gazed at the monastery of love miles apart

Amidst counterfeit sympathies under my counterpart

Both hollow and overcast

 

Back turned towards the placid lake

Trying to find a cure to my heartache

Closed my eyes, tears dried, pain preserved

Knitted to a tight spot where silence disturbed

 

Across the streets witnessed all love posters burn,

Collected the ashes in my urn

Followed melodies of the harp

A bene placito traveled amidst pine needles sharp

 

In my hands liaised ashes caged

Smouldering as the heap of mountains raised

Touch and talk akin two lovers, love none

Finding the truth I’m reduced to one

 

Every step on the immortal road

Enclosed a scenery seldom ignored

Red, blue, white on womb of green blush
A baby the soil doth fertilize, all the guests breezes ush

Bunny hops, foxtrot ; To the tunes of rumba samba

The wild rejoice, welcoming the baby at sunrise

 

Beyond Wildest dreams under the mighty waterfall

Where traces of love could never crawl

Grazing sweet leaves covered with dew,

Breastfed her fawn mother deer, scenery picturesque

 

Kept the shrine in my mind,

Sight on the abbey of love
In the blizzard struck valley I shivered,

Fluttered her wings, upsurged a dove

 

Paved a path through the mist

Flew around and clinched my fist

Two birds with one stone

At the holy intersection I stood alone

 

Finally an end to this quest,

I smiled at the deity’s door

My heart will break all walls of unrest

Would sleep in the cave of pain no more

 

“While a fierce wind passed by”

Thunderclap of memories and I was left to die

If its fury the wind sacrificed

I would’ve been canonized

 

At the same moment both roses and blood rained

Distinct aromas the two showers did carry

Took a bath- both love and pain, and paved

Two paths, one of beauty one scary

 

To the shimmering door both paths led

One with rose petals another with thorns dead

Tender petals tore beneath my feet sore

The holy voice aloud then roared

 

O Poor lover! Never betrayed

Only sin is you never stayed

To admire the beauty of the rejoicing wild,

The Sacred mother and her child

Ashes of a phoenix you caged

You‘ve lost all love in the path of this pilgrimage

 Love and winds make their own way

We’re meant to breathe and move away

 

While the phoenix rose, ferocious it turned

In a moment the whole prison burned

 

Besides the slab broken I lie

Treacherous lake meets my eyes

Wide opened observing the scars

Of my burnt hands, pain sent a vicar

Preached me how all love of this world I scorned

And why I sleep today on the bed of thorns.