A candle lit the passionate flameDarkness from the lives it claimed
Spreading its warmth
Burnt with its heat and was deformed..
The molten wax solidified and
Moulded itself haphazardly
In the plasticity of the immeasurable void
Slowly it enveloped the whole
And left me immunized
To the external winds
Leaving the scent of a soul..
~~payal~~
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Each poem of yours accompanies a sketch, and each sketch of yours accompanies a poem. One is incomplete without the other.
ReplyDeleteFor a mere mortal like me, who has least idea of what symbolism in poetry is, the amazing poem would have never made me think, if it wasn't for the sketch. Simply superb.
Keep writing and keep sketching. :-)
- Vaibhav
Again.... your sketches speaks more than your words..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sketches.... lovely ideas... and even better expression...
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