2014 image, Gurgaon
Where the
vision was green
The metal
buddhas
Made their
appearance on
The entrance
of the gates amidst chaos.The
Subtle reminders
of the fruit
Of silence lay
with price tags on the stand.
World is
funny.It gets suspicious when we
Ignore and enter
the gates to eat
All the
fruits of patience and perseverance,the
light shines
and world heals at the cost of a lost smile.
Buddhas
laugh again draped in light and
Drink the venom of darkness, then spit !
It overflows
..spreading out
shrieks of unrequited love. The
Sacred
stones!Biting tongues with chattering teeth.
~~payal~~
~~payal~~
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This one is really powerful. I love it
ReplyDeleteThank a lot :)
DeleteAwesomeness is thy name Payal :)
ReplyDeletehumbled by your generosity. thanks. :)
DeletePowerful read and love the last lines. A poem that bears a deep impact on existence, love and attachment. One of ur best, Payal:)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Vishal. :)
DeleteIt's a different kind of a poetry from you this time. Loved it. Keep writing. God bless.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vaas! :)
DeleteAnother lovely poem. Awesome! ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathy. :)
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