“I wouldn’t pay a fortune for this painting. The artist’s earlier work was much better.” “He has learnt from experience.” “Then the quality should have improved……” “No. He has learnt that the value goes up with the venue of display and stature of visitors.” “Do I describe him as a dying artist or evolving artist?” … Continue reading Art
spring is round corners againhe digs deep for dead remainslooks for autumn leaves driedblooming treetops sing a tune he digs deep for dead remainsemotions became sand dunesblooming treetops sing a tunethey never meet autumn or rains emotions became sand dunesspring is round corners againthey never meet autumn or rainshe looks for autumn leaves dried Weekend … Continue reading Spring is round the corner again
when you burn moments, files, memorydelete mental snippets - what they carryit's futile to keep it burning withinconsuming, but not unburdening delete mental snippets - what they carryunappreciated milestones remain in youconsuming, but not unburdeningthe journey continues; you need to discontinue unappreciated milestones remain in youso what if others did not see or valuethe journey … Continue reading Deletion
It's not a kiss, just a smear of jamsays the head of an unhappy famtears in eyes not wiped or noticedthe child moves to solitary confines says the head of an unhappy famdon't spare the rod to spoil the childthe child moves to solitary confinesin her old age, she cries for the fam don't spare … Continue reading Smear of jam
how many couples sat on this bench?now intertwined, now tied in knots.was the heart red, now painted black?they untangled ropes to choose a shape. now intertwined, now tied in knotsthey saw happiness on other shoresthey untangled ropes to choose a shapethey built a bridge to cross the sea they saw happiness on other shores,reinventing life, … Continue reading Plundering Rainbows
They keep me on toes - active, aliveall those things in perpetual motionthey challenge by change, mock my rangeI need to reassess, rediscover, revise notions all those things in perpetual motionalter perspectives by changing positionI need to reassess, rediscover, revise notionsBlessed am I - no inflated ego, no overestimation alter perspectives by changing positionThey keep … Continue reading On my toes
Trust, be my friend - for your refusal to diewhen one faces deceit or unabashed liesyes, you take a beating, but raise your head againmaybe because poor mortals have no alternative when one faces deceit or unabashed liesthey know they need to trust to move ahead in lifemaybe because poor mortals have no alternativethey reassess … Continue reading Ode to Trust
What separates us now is a hazy veilignorance, misunderstanding or a vile gamewe don't see eye-to-eye, distrust prevailsvision is not lost, but it's not the same ignorance, misunderstanding or a vile gamethe knife in my back hurts, it's intense painvision is not lost, but it's not the sameI've learnt my lessons, so no tears reign … Continue reading Veil
call it a picnic, partying in wildernessall set to boot, but where's my companion?Let me play music and sing a songSerenade her to come where I'm waiting all set to boot, but where's my companion?let me choose the lyrics carefully from my heartSerenade her to come where I'm waitingshe's sensitive - for an apology waiting … Continue reading A-waiting
I draw the same cards, yet they don’t come up to expectationsA little jaded, they don’t feel the same or mean the sameFool, Magician or Empress, I’ve read them all beforeinanity irritates; they know not what I’m going through A little jaded, they don’t feel the same or mean the sameI move the prism, colors … Continue reading What changed?
Reena Saxena 