Amal V R
Oracle India
The Quest
In a land arid and sparse,
A sculptor with nothing to craft
All with his tools, he is alone
Away from his atelier,
In the quest for a stone
Wanderlust has taken away by the wind
Thirst persists though he is stubborn to rewind,
Wrapped in the sand, storm blinded his way
Nothing could stop him, he moved on,
In the quest to win his bay
Eyes traveled far, aspiring to delight
Seems his travel ceases on that sight,
That painted in blue that gives life,
Shaded in green that reflects lives
White limestone there in between in heights,
Closer he reached, farther it goes
Gained with a sprint, but goes in vain,
It vanished and made him insane,
With a sigh again he commences,
In the quest for a stone
Farther he goes, he felt the vultures
Death looms, to feed and rupture,
His desires taciturn, but strong
Fought a war to survive,
The quest goes along
Halfway to realize his dreams
On the foot of a dune, at last, he arrived
In the oasis of hope, where he revived,
The little breeze preen him from his feet,
As a groom, he goes on,
The quest for his better half
He could see stones many
Well garnished and shiny,
But none with soul and all hollow,
Walked on in solo,
The quest for his soul mate
Discarded in the dirt, the last stone lies
Covered with mosses and fern away from light
Unseen he stumbled and rammed on that stone
In that pain, he felt her soul,
The quest is done!
Cleansed her with his blood
Venerated with the tears he shed
Caressed her; the child of the earth
Untied his desires, slowly and lovely
To carve this beauty, lost lady-love
The lady he loved, still a stone, carved out.
Still, he bleeds, no more life to see her alive
Heard her voice, whispers of leaves?
He opened his eyes, there she is!
Ladylove took his head on her lap
They kissed till the last gasp,
Merging their soul, they turned to stone,
The lament ends, dissolving to the earth