Come,oh you the greatest creature,
do the art,the best shapes you know,
draw the lines
create the patters,round and round
do not fear,soak in your charm
like the benign sayings,go there.
take a turn,hold the flower,drink the dews on it
do not fear,soak in your glitter
break the web,clean the mess
rub your wounds,enjoy the brutality
splash colours on yourself,
oh yes red,
oh yes black,
begin with dots,then join the lines
untill patterns formed,
oh yes you the greatest creature,
remove the shield.
Yes discover the patterns
to create your own.
My ode to the special indelible quiet moments remain so precious.I do not snivel about the moments that eat me like a parasite.The world seems like the uncatchable green grass of the other half,the drizzling of the rain appears the inflicts of wounds slowly burdening my shoulders..no pain felt,no bliss nurtured.My eyes carry that unresolved umpteen questions,no answers I get yet perplexing opinions formed.
Maybe I got numb or carried away?Or there is this lost wisdom that fails to strike my mind bravely as I may say.I see the stars above,full of zeal and colour,want to grab their flabbergasted vigour.Then I come back to my senses only to know,my hands ain’t appropriate for thy glitters;for mine are meant to create my own flicker.