Jagari Mukherjee writes

Selene

Does Selene love her Solitude?
Like her (when she wears silver)
I shimmer through my days
almost bold, certainly proud.
And then with the month
as the days turn,
she wanes away and puts on
a black, wispy, netted veil
and I feel in my bones
a cold, dark cloud.
Loneliness clings to me
like a shroud under which
I wish I could shriek aloud.
I think of razors and a pill
to extricate Loneliness, defeat his will.
Then Selene wears her silver again
bold and proud – I remind myself.
Solitude and I, holding hands
watch her shimmer on my window pane.

 

Selene -- Devakant

Jagari Mukherjee writes

FROM YOUR NYX

You live in a world, where
Rain and rich tints of color
On canvas merged and swirled.

Your beauty ethereal
Born out of the soul’s grace
Entrances me, when I trace your books
In front of a winter fireplace!

I become your Nyx, your night-goddess –
All blessed forms of your love;
In peace and tranquility I linger
In your cosmic alcove.

 
 Nyx -- William-Adolphe Bouguereau