| @This painting is copyright of Shivali. |
I come out of my
closed, narrow abode
closed, narrow abode
to stretch my arms
with a small desire-
with a small desire-
to embrace green treasure;
to hold finger of nature;
to walk through dense wood
adorned with innocent holy creature……
But I am weary, I am lost,
lost in jungle of concrete,
where all roads go nowhere;
leaving me stupefied n’ scare
on hard stony soil
under dark, large shadow
of egoistic skyscraper…...
under dark, large shadow
of egoistic skyscraper…...
Where a misty quilt
is spread all over with
motifs of smoky clouds
is spread all over with
motifs of smoky clouds
to hide my astral heaven,
to fade moons n’ suns,
sparkling stars become
blind by gazing beasts
blind by gazing beasts
of electric lanterns……
Chirping song is now
suppressed to silence
suppressed to silence
under hammering noise,
maiden leaves are ashamed
of muddy faces in poor kind,
floating feathers are broken
leaving frail, wounded
humanity behind……
humanity behind……
I try to console
my conservative soul-
my conservative soul-
"It's an advanced canvas of
self-assigned artificial creation,
self-assigned artificial creation,
to prove fake supremo
over invincible Heaven."
over invincible Heaven."
and count on rosary of
green hope to preserve
this original beautiful art
created by Omnipotent Himself……
green hope to preserve
this original beautiful art
created by Omnipotent Himself……
When Emotions are intense language has to be abbreviated.
ReplyDeleteGroans are far more powerful than Excess of Words.