Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Street Art



















the ringing in my ears echoes your unuttered words;
the hesitantly lingering petals of yesterdays throngs;
the gaps between undecided moments infect my ears,
in which street would I find the cure for this relentless pain?

I have left a part of me somewhere back in dark;
no, please don’t let anybody seek her or ask
for I have kept her a child so mute and unerringly meek;
she won’t make out anything you would like to hear,
will there be any messiah who can read eyes for cloud-like thoughts?

the hesitant winter here struggles with a stubborn sun;
the ringing in my ears succumbs to words in my eyes;
I am all, all those who could never speak, decide and step out;
and my thoughts are cloud like; they carry rain, river and ocean;
let me paint the streets, write on roads and spill it everywhere
for every mind counts, every tear and every untold struggle
and yet before I spill, the I, the all, yes before I spill I bow to the pain
for I am not going to paint you but the spark inside you
and to write the wings inside you, the beauty of your silence---
                                             oh pain, spread smiles…


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8 comments:

  1. This is absolutely stunning! I truly like the "voice" you've taken here. I can visualize the hesitant winter struggling with the sun .... and I can feel so much of the angst in the voice you've given this art. Well done! So glad you participated!

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  2. Leaving a part in the dark and thoughts of cloud, rain, river, ocean make it so poignant. You've put it so beautifully.

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  3. I like these two lines: "and my thoughts are cloud like; they carry rain, river and ocean;
    let me paint the streets, write on roads and spill it everywhere" and the intent to paint the spark inside.

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  4. I have left a part of me somewhere back in dark;
    no, please don’t let anybody seek her or ask

    I really like the depth of those lines. I think on some level we all have those parts of us we have hidden away - for one reason or another. Maybe fear of rejection, or doubting people will even care.

    I am all, all those who could never speak, decide and step out;

    This is a turn line for me. Deciding to look beyond yourself, and you finish strong by wanting to write wings into them.

    You really took the picture at more than face value and made it your own, found a story in it. I appreciate that.

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  5. Loved your response to this art.
    Oh pain, spread smiles sums it up

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  6. I am not going to paint you but the spark inside you
    and to write the wings inside you, the beauty of your silence

    Love the those concluding lines... so very very good

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  7. This is a deep and passionate write about pain and spark and hope ~ I really like the depth of your emotions here:

    let me paint the streets, write on roads and spill it everywhere
    for every mind counts, every tear and every untold struggle

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