Go back
recast yourself
don't return
until you're done...
If this is all you can offer
re-varnish yourself
from the bottom
upto the top
scrub scrub.
Scoop out the indifference,
drain out the silence,
unsculpt what moulds your body,
reload and reframe.
Take in the sarcasm,
take out the pain.
Blend into harmony,
view life though unstained glass.
Untangle those webs,
dream of an eternity.
Drive into a luxurious calmness,
drink up the elixir of beauty.
Visit those sanctuaries of art,
walk alone.
Recast, remould,
imagine, experience,
drown, fathom,
condescend, contact.
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ReplyDeleteOh! And I love stained glass...it's such a potent use of colour. colour which decides how that which is cloistered or embedded is seen. Its colour so intrinsic to the glass itself. And so bloody beautiful. no sharpness, just a diffuse mood, just a beautiful unreal atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteI love the diffuse, the uncertain, the non-linear and the multiple. I see more truth there than anything 'definitive'. Don't u think?
My first (deleted) post didn't do justice. Sorry I'm so slow. I just re-read it and got it: harmony-eternity-beauty and glass and calmness. :) i was wondering about the metre. I don't think ur looking for praise in every comment. Suffice to say that maybe I got it. As much as anyone can get another's poem.
ReplyDeleteyes i do.... You seem to unravel every poem of mine upto the tiniest meanings.... :)
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