Friday 22 September 2017

travelling light


the windows
and the ventilations
they held dust from yesterdays

piles of papers
bills and receipts
sum of thoughts and expenses

dust and waste
idle stuffs
every corner vignettes of past

brush, wipe, sponge
that strange urge to bring grace
fragrance and  some sparkle

still something was missing
something was absent…

(that strange urge to coil and coil
to the point where it will explode
to ancient forests and streams)

on canvas and papers
i am making streams and leaves
will hang them soon to the clean walls



















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9 comments:

  1. A beautiful hymn to the psychology of the creative spirit. So lovely and affirming to read. Thank you Sreeja

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  2. Really love how you draw the images from that moment of your world. Sometimes a poet just have to look around to find a poet in the way light might fall.

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  3. "brush, wipe, sponge
    that strange urge to bring grace
    fragrance and some sparkle"

    From that stanza down; absolutely fantastic.

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  4. Especially loved the last half when this poem really got down to business!

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  5. on canvas and papers
    i am making streams and leaves
    will hang them soon to the clean walls... this is lovely!

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  6. It is good to clean first and then hang the new streams and leaves.

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  7. Hang them up on clean walls! Specially like your thought process: that strange urge to bring grace
    fragrance and some sparkle

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  8. I love how we're moved from the mundane of piles of bills and receipts to the urge to create something of "grace, fragrance and some sparkle." Beautiful idea to hang your creation on clean walls!

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