First Published in KOAN ( Paragon Journal), Aug 2018
Have you seen the way, the surreal way
the noon sits at the end of the evening
encumbered by the pain
and the wet promises the morning brought
Now seems to be dying
Broken at the seams
frayed and tattered
those splintered edges are
now scraping the edges
of the horizon
making the sky bleed crimson red
You don’t see it
Do you?
You eyes lack that tranquility
as that of the monk who sits in the distance
all his worries knotted
in his crisscrossed legs
he knows how to tie the knot.
You have lost that art
and now you can’t escape the worries
like the moth drawn towards the flame
and here you sit at
the precise moment of the noon turning into dusk
frazzled by the thought
how to stop to crimson sky from bleeding
as your thoughts
have again loosened the…
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Absolutely beautiful!❤
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Thanks so much Richa.
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I loved the imagery and the way you have drawn analogies with such ease. Brilliant, Megha! 🤗
And these would be my favourite lines :
You eyes lack that tranquility
as that of the monk who sits in the distance
all his worries knotted
in his crisscrossed legs
❤️🤗❤️
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Aww thanks so mcuh Chaaya for pointing out your favorite lines.
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My pleasure! 😊🤗
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Gorgeous. A splendor. A treat 🌸🌸
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This is one of my personal fav.Thanks for liking it too.
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It is was absolutely stunning
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Thanks again Shantanu. 🙂
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😊🌸
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So colourful in imagery.
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