Loveless
Sweta Mukhopadhyay
In limbo resides the hapless heart.
A sailor to a siren, he pursued her witless,
blind to her deceptive art.
As drunk passion reaches out to its crooked mistress
the plagued soul knows no rest.
But perhaps there exists a gate yet.
For we seek it thus, and embark on a quest
only to find lust akin to Romeo’s for his Juliet.
If the Fates permit it, treasure Eros's arrow.
But as it tears the spirit asunder,
question if it be blessed or harrowed.
The heart's agony knows not revenge's sickled thunder.
Even if the somber morrow be barren of her oath
his waits eternity, with love for them both.