On the Leaves of Animated Stone: Mridusmita Mahanta

On the Leaves of Animated Stone

Mridusmita Mahanta 

On the leaves of living stone, the sun-man of legends,

Within the iron-hard chest of a tenthouse , in the womb of the Aravalli ranges of the matted-haired ascetic,

Lies hidden the embryo of eternity, concealed by time.

Step by step, across the bosom of the vast cosmos,

Advancing with a smile along the bluish path of possibilities,

In the heart of the desert grows a green splendor.

Love never dies…

Only time changes… the body… the backdrop.

Countless stages are prepared in endless succession,

Yet the earth has but a single costume,

And only one doorway.

Like performers in a circus,

We merely go on acting,

In search of the touch of an unseen, destined beloved.

Across the expanse of the universe,

With the unfulfilled promises of arrivals and departures,

We have built bridges.

With our own blood shall be created

The infinite sky of love.

(Mridusmita Mahanta is a poet, lyricist, storyteller, singer, and former journalist (with the newspaper Amar Asom). Two of her poetry collections have been published. Her short story collection titled “Ajan Dweepor Usupani” is on the way to publication. The two poetry collections are “Sudirgha Eta Shotikak Moi Yate Bondi Kori Rakhisilou” (“I Had Imprisoned a Long Century Here”) and “Shunya Degree Celsius” (“Zero Degree Celsius”).