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colour-smeared
rustic aisle
like a picture
fallen out of an old case;
feet plunged into
thick colour puddles,
trees are
textured brown-and-grey tints
heavily painted
on to sky’s sublime milieu
this aisle starts
from a chair among scattered books,
i breathe words
among scattered books;
here i catch
moon, sun and stars to my bandana,
the world’s an
ocean of self-proclaimed sanity;
from among books,
words fly as butterflies, insane,
in between lines i
catch whales---
beyond colours
dark and light exists, hand in hand---
the oldest of the
old whale whispers secrets,
my ears are again
books, needed to be engraved;
words are
butterflies, insane,
i search for dark
and light wisdom
to weave a net to
catch all insane secrets;
i breathe words
among scattered books
and sleep dreams among
spilled out colours,
let them carry me
high, carry me high
to leave the
whales and butterflies back in books
for lots and lots of me will come back in search…
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my ears are again books...
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Very atmospheric!
here's an ecstasy, a burst of joy to be found in words....love the whale and butterfly image...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful paean to your passion – which so many of us share.
ReplyDeletei breathe words among scattered books
ReplyDeleteand sleep dreams among spilled out colours,
let them carry me high, carry me high...
that is so you!!! your love for words and colours are so loud here.. beautifully penned :)
Thank you all ♥ ♥ ♥
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to read ... and thoughts to share!
ReplyDeleteBreathing in words from books is such a life-giving experience!
ReplyDeleteYou brought your words alive
ReplyDeleteI really like the idea of breathing words among scattered books. That truly is the best kind of 'romance.'
ReplyDeleteThank you all ...!
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