Thursday, 13 April 2017

Romancing life

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colour-smeared rustic aisle
like a picture fallen out of an old case;
feet plunged into thick colour puddles,
trees are textured brown-and-grey tints
heavily painted on to sky’s sublime milieu
this aisle starts from a chair among scattered books,
i breathe words among scattered books;
here i catch moon, sun and stars to my bandana,
the world’s an ocean of self-proclaimed sanity;
from among books, words fly as butterflies, insane,
in between lines i catch whales---
beyond colours dark and light exists, hand in hand---
the oldest of the old whale whispers secrets,
my ears are again books, needed to be engraved;
words are butterflies, insane,
i search for dark and light wisdom
to weave a net to catch all insane secrets;
i breathe words among scattered books
and sleep dreams among spilled out colours,
let them carry me high, carry me high
to leave the whales and butterflies back in books
for lots and lots of me will come back in search…


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10 comments:

  1. my ears are again books...
    words are butterflies...
    Very atmospheric!

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  2. here's an ecstasy, a burst of joy to be found in words....love the whale and butterfly image...

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  3. A beautiful paean to your passion – which so many of us share.

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  4. i breathe words among scattered books
    and sleep dreams among spilled out colours,
    let them carry me high, carry me high...

    that is so you!!! your love for words and colours are so loud here.. beautifully penned :)

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  5. What a joy to read ... and thoughts to share!

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  6. Breathing in words from books is such a life-giving experience!

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  7. I really like the idea of breathing words among scattered books. That truly is the best kind of 'romance.'

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