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Between a screaming dense forest

Of yesterdays and tomorrows

Lies an ocean

‘An ocean within a forest?’,

you ask.

Yes, an ocean, ever so still.

To dive, you need no gear

Nor do you need to know how to swim

You’ll see it takes more than swimming

To gleefully drown

in utter silence.

Way to this still ocean

is facile, they say

Yet, many halt to take a nap

But this time around, I am sleepless.

This time around, the body is my map.

And breath, my navigation.

Blossom

A flower, we pray to be,

for the birds and bees.

Mauve or even burgundy

amongst stunning emerald leaves.

Dawn summons the amber sun to peek,

at myriad helpless little buds like me.

In an orchard of apples and bloody berries,

turn us into blooms, we beseech.

Paint

I paint with paint born out of stars

and glitters born out of stardust.

Tenderness for colors conceive paintings,

and devoutness, colors.

A zillion combination of tones,

desert me in an enchanted daze.

A thousand tactics to paint,

but blotches and blots, I embrace.

In dispassion for the ultimate,

I see them turn into gleaming clusters.

The gleam renders me to embrace-

abandonment in abundance!

I paint not what you see.             

I know not what you or I see either.

My abandoned paintbrushes merely wander,

to give birth to my whimsical universe.