Learning curves

Learning curves

August 31, 2020

The days that went by,

             some words

            and some colours lived 

 sparing the paper

 and the canvas...

insoluble words

corrosive colours

 scribbled on slithering mind

 and painted them on raw flesh

then the occasional breeze,

the lonely yellow flower on the climber,

the sparrows that visit the balcony

and every act of love received...

everything becomes the torch, 

a hand that leads you gently

and shows you that the path ahead 

is uneven;

one step at a time,

and a moon heart that learns

and unlearns; dies and lives

and yet continues to be

the journey, you become the journey

and the journey becomes you;

the melting greys and blues of horizon.

©Sreeja