|| magic of the body ||

In the first thrill of love

the wakeful eye

within knew

the magic of the body

within the body

Overcome with a

novel sensation silent

words squealed

and were born

In the bliss of flight

i tasted the elixir

of my own body

on the lips of

the beloved

Moon gazing eyes

knew the pleasure of the moon

with your touch

i drank the

manna of love

I want to contain

in my touch

every pore of

your being.

(Painting : Chaitali Mukherjee)

|| from one nameless 'she' to another ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She is

like a river

ever wakeful

she is

like a mountain

ever standing

firm

she is

like the wind

blowing

continuously

she is

sometimes

unable

to get a glimpse

at the seasons

within herself

she is

sometimes

unable

to get a birth

in her own river

she is

sometimes

unable

to savor

her own flavor.

(Painting : P Gnana)

|| by the painting of the children ||

on the walls of their dreams

children

are imprinting their footprints

in fiery colors

thereby creating the sun

for them the sky is not blue

but yellow

for them the sun is not yellow

but red

for the color of the trees

they

have already selected green

thereby expressing the feeling

of their heart

children

are expressing all their emotions

for everybody in all the colors of their heart

children

will either give up their souls

or their name to make a point

children have changed the colors of their

dreams

that will change in the future

but for now

they have chosen to take into their own

hands

their present feelings

while entrusting the future

to their faith in you.

(Painting : Rupchand Kundu)

|| just like the gurgling babies ||

just like my youth

my luck has gone

like some cheerful breeze of air

just like the monsoon rains

emerging from the ocean

in a sudden sweep of the storm

that does not listen to the tinkling sounds

of the mountain,

like the pebbles the river carries or

pares without pause into exquisite pieces

just like a block of stone

in the soft and tender hands of an infant,

given, in a playful dream, to smoothen out

softly

as if they are capable of molding it

into the shape of the grip of their hands

just like an infant in a swinging crib

would let out a joyful gurgling cry

thrilled with rapture as anyone would.

(Painting : Mugur Popa)

|| abstract feelings ||

an entire life

depends

on just one touch

in that one touch

is symbolized an

indestructible edifice

no matter what happens around it

whether things keep flying about like

sparks
or

keep falling apart

but

the intangible emotions will survive

as sure as

the earth will rotate

around its axis

as sure as

truth will be carried

by the words

as sure as

love will remain

in the soul

though

the soul cannot be seen

the emotions are not visible

the spirit cannot be seen

nor has it been visible

how the earth revolves around its axis

truth is not visible in the words

that were merely read

but is only perceived

just like love is pure feeling.

(Painting : Dheeraj Choudhary)