Imprisonment
I was free This fact
Came to my realization Many a days after any imprisonment
and Now that I realize it
It is at that point
Where I have taken imprisonment as a responsibility

 

This happens every day
On canvas
I desire to create something An unfamiliar image arises
Incomplete
I wish to experience and complete this image
so that it transits from the canvas
and sets into my heart
But
I do not complete The picture
Lest it permeates through my colors
into the colors of others.

 

Alone
The best friends of dreams
I like alone

 

Out hearts, Our dreams
Trees come of age Bodies come of age
But the breeze
The oceans
And The skies
You have not thought much about them
And our dreams
To make them true
We come and go
In one body and the next
And on hearts Which never grow old

 

Now
I have dreamt often
But why should I dream anymore
Those dreams, in which you are not present


 

 

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