Poem by Dr. L Sr Prasad
OH DEAR! LET ME PAINT YOU IN DORIAN BLUES!
This my narcissistic face of a butterfly or moth with skulls and crossbones,
Come on! paint me with prussian blue and sibyl’s vivid action tones,
O Painter! This is my soul i sell and in turn i wish my beauty be permanent,
Mix my soul with your pigments, use your life as brush, add my money as solvent ,
Paint my picture in the style of Dorian Gray, let not the picture wither in my sins,
No pins, only glass and frame, the colour and tone should have hedonistic spins,
My fire of beauty and the air of charm let them attract moths with deadly split tongues!
No guns, only brushes, sponges and knives can be used with aesthetic rhythm of tongs!
Now the spider acquired the hypnotic skills of the snakes of hits and bites,
The gossamer threads became sharp glass powdered threads of lone kites,
How many throats were cut that many cuts i have seen in my shadow neck,
The sibyl’s brother and a sincere girl took me to the edge of the body wreck!
When you have conscience, it bothers you like a poisonous weed growing in you,
You hold the knife that you killed the painter and stab the weed to kill yourself to view
The withering of you in a jiff and mirroring paint of you coming back to original state.
When we wish to purchase back our sold souls, we have to start with a fresh and clean slate!
Copyright@DrLsr Prasad 17.4.2017