1) Painting
Life
a retrograde painting
borne in colors
on sepia canvas
airbrush of prussian blues
each stoke a grind of chisel
flaying
red, green & yellow hues
withering
waning
wilting
fading in a vinyl weave
of gaping rusty holes
I'm
the one
s l o w l y
t u r n i n g
invisible
2) Portrait
Cyan skies perch on slopes of solitude
and soar over reflecting depths
of unquiet seas
city breathes through bustling underbelly
and deep within furry covers
lay grabbing talons of dark alleys
I'm a portrait -
of a clandestine painter's brush
stroked even on rough edges
3) Wonders
Awestruck
I live in wonder of
how
a heart wields
billows of storms
sleepless night carries
boatload of moans
dollar gold day oars
through ruins of windy hours and stormy minutes
And yet...
Adrift this life
in absence of compass or stars
Always...
navigates to the shore
4) This Century
Here words turn to racket
and lights hurt with flashy hype
In them-
lie your absences
There my equestrian thoughts take a leap
where chiffon moons morph paper thin
I live, re-live
inked text on pages
where your face is in my palms
I'm the one-
born in wrong century
5) Mask
I forget to wear
my geisha face
blood and bone
my tenderness exposed
raw my tongue utters a stutter
when I place your name on the tip
I dare not hide behind my weeping palms
I bare wide open-bald sockets and gaping jaw
Scare away questions
that talk of your hurt and memories of your loss
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Below the lambent candor of periwinkle sky
Beneath redolent shades of sovereign sun
In a garden of remembrance lays a Martyr
Farther from littered complexities
Yonder of stinking grudges
Away from leaking old bottles of comparisons
Mildew and rotting timber of America's foundation
Off the beaten track
Floyd breathes beyond color of skin
Where grief ceases to be transient
And shuns mute palette of emotions
At the end of rainbow
where they each call out and
Say their names
There rests a harbinger of hope and change.
Wolfpack Contributor: Sarika JaswaniA Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Sarika Jaswani (artincrochet)Bio: Doctor by profession. I'm a Crochet Artist, Art Tutor Writer of Children's Stories, Philanthropist. Poet. Published. Passionately reads & writes poetry. Art Lover. Bird lover. Dreamer and blogger.Published on 'Tide Rises Tide Falls' & on Medium with A Cornered Gurl @ACG @Scittura Fevers of the Mind Poetry on WordPress
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My poems run on theme of love, reflection and philosophy of life.
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Since you’ve been gone…
I’m a tornado
Of grief and thirst
Eye an anxious nimbus
Mouth spinning, pining hole
Uprooted laughter
Roofs of utterance blown
Reduced to rubble
Remnants of regrets
Sun comes as
Wordless numbing calm
Empty
Falls
The
Shade
Time rushes back to past
Comes to stand Still in the present now
Lapsed life
Crawls forward without you
Rueful Days
Fitful nights
Guilty breaths
Ghosts of your memories
Haunt the moments that
coerce to move on
Void of your absence
Weighs heavy on heart to
carry on
Purple Chrysanthemum
Petals of tears fall
On lane of reminiscence
Where you walk
unchaperoned
In turning hues of seasons
In lascivious tremulation of
green lacewing
I sift arms of earth that rock
your last sleep
I see your essence
to unearth
my reason for being
Since you've been gone
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