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| Meena Chopra |
Mute presentiment
Each yearning shadow
an elongated finger
peeling layers
a veiled existence
steps into a karmic reversal
within time's labyrinthine cartography
unravelling stories
meeting my alter ego
unlocking a multitude of shattered doors
searching gems behind
treasures that time could not shackle.
I discern the twilight
a fleeting heartbeat
pulsating and palpable
time morphs in my hands
transforming into
my mother’s trusted walking stick
guiding me into life’s uncertainties.
A journey through a forgotten trail
tracing the faint footsteps
that I, in a haste, left untraced.
Colours of Ages
Flavours of ancestral stories
gently seep
seasoning me with many shades.
Tableaux spice my senses
snippets sketched on antiquity
saturate me in a mythical era.
Fixed and meditative
my eyes discern
moods and tonalities
orchestrating the melodies.
A gentle rustle
a colorful linen sways.
Muslin of my mother’s saree*
clinging to my damp skin
shaping my body waves.
Swinging images linger
wrapping the delicate contours
glowing in multi colours
dancing filaments swell.
A diatonic cocktail of visual sensations
gushes out of me.
Steeped in the hymn of a far-off star
I dissolve into the muslin strains
a receding swish in my ears
echoing through ages.
A fleeting night tenderly touches me
soothing hues of blue and gray
caress the aching shadows.
Faded colours of an aging linen
follows me everywhere.
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A Pulsing Umbra
Ashen mornings, graying evenings
endings and beginnings
in a perpetual motion
defined to a determined orbit.
As night falls, cascading lustres
a silver sombre of a drizzling night canvas
pouring on my heartbeats
soft currents spurting out
various shapes and lines falling into each other
collapsing within, streaming forth
illuminating an agile fantasy
shadows frescoed on my soul.
Life courses through my veins
subtle images float in my watery vision
each one a vaporous film
moving in the boundless universe
of my retinal fluid.
I treasure every closure
I revel in every origin
I find solace in every ripple.
A brief metamorphosis unfolds
amidst the interlacing shadows
a retreat in time!
Roots stretch from sky to ground
raw yet tender
pivoting with riveting precision
the pendulum of destiny
retracing steps in a lunar penumbra
etching a resolute path
towards a pulsing umbra!
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