Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A palette ful of love...

Haven't said anything
To you ,made no commitment...
Only when the redness
Of the sky draped
Your long slender shape...
I did break
Into poesy spontaneous
As if the river Bheas
Had got recovered...
From being dried...streamless...
I did break...
Into words so many times...
Much like the copper bells that chimed
The arrival of a faraway breeze...
Took no oath...made no promise...
But trembled like new born leaves...
In anticipation of glorious dreams...
Of life on sprout...
Of water filling deserts without doubts...

And on some rare occasions went into trance...
Visualising drops of rain choreographing a spriteful dance...
On the streets of my palm...
Crisscrossed fatelanes and lovelanes some...
And in a more heightened state
Made time travels to the iron gates
Of the past intercepting the present tense...
Touched and felt by skin moisture dense...
Also then quite curious a glow was born...
Deep underneath the Atlantic ocean...
Gradually the light from mellowed got vibrant
A splendour of colors did erupt...
Witnessed how into ocean palette full of colors submerged...
And...and...
I became a painter...
By God!

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