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Monday, March 3, 2025

The empty canvas

 

Your absence

is like a vast presence;

like the sky,

Pervading and high,--

the endless canvas of one

overarching attachment

in which minor attachments,

desires and little heartbreaks

drift like tiny clouds,

The floating signs

of all lesser attachments,

They spring up,

float and drift away,

As if these are your offspings,

You the queen attachment,

The vast sky;

the great emptiness

that remains despite all attempts

to fill it with multiple rainbows.

The crippled

 

We have broken limbs

in our soul,

We are always looking

for a cast and sling

in the form of

special people in life,--

family, friends, lovers,

The cushion support,

The eternal need for soft bonds

to deal with stony realities.

Rebuilding and reconstruction

 

It’s only about putting stitches

on the gaping wound,

rebuilding the broken walls;

hiding the tears behind a smile;

and trying to convince oneself

that all is well,

And keep believing in hope and life

despite the creeping shadows of

death, disorder, pain and suffering.

Change

 

You arrive at her door

and it’s like

a fresh whiff of air,

You leave feeling

her sad sigh on your back.

Then there is a mysterious

realignment in her heart,

And neither your arrival

nor your departure

holds and significance

like it did earlier.

Smile

 

Her smile giving a voice

to his rainbow of emotions,

No wonder,

those were

his most lively moments.

Wonders of heart

 

Heart is the master transformer,

Today it’s a scented flower for someone,

But tomorrow it might be

a stone for that very same person.  

The happy prisoner

 

Infatuation is a sweet infection,

She getting under your skin,

A sweetly itching bug,

Tingling your skin

to make you feel her presence,--

almost continuously,

The heady, rich scent of her memories

rushing in like luscious spring

after snowy, barren, frozen months.

 

The heart expanded with love,

Blossomed like a flower,--

an orchard where

the scented flowers of her smiles

kissed the dewy diamonds;

where the ripe fruits of her kisses

dangle with the juicy prospects of

sight, touch, taste, delicious smell.

 

Her absence

weighing with a heavy presence,

Her smile

spreading the message of love and beauty,

You feel walled in,

sheltered, protected, safe,

Like you are in a rock fort

in her mushy, soft, warm embrace,

Separated and segregated

from the chaos of life.

 

A beautiful prison

where the love-chained prisoner

becomes a canvas for the

unplanned strokes of nature

weaving a magic,

Painting his own lush and vibrant

image of paradise,

Shaping all pains into hope,

All this while, her image

sweetly dodging

across the chaos of his mind.