Tag: poetry

The Train

Aboard this long, moving train,
What are we chasing?
Windows of opportunities, 
Some constant amidst the changing landscapes,
A break from the rhythmic monotony
Or mere doors for escaping?

The momentary pleasure of company
In this journey of solitude
Moving incessantly, to a destination unknown
Leaving behind the trees,
Competing with the streams
Traversing the valleys, gaining the altitude

The heart smiles in rainbows,
Weeps with the rain
We exchange stories and anecdotes
Of might and valor and pride
Of pleasure and of pain

What are we chasing?
The musing leaves me distraught
When the motion suddenly ceases,
My brain finally eases
As the engine whistles,
Breaking the train of thought

Step Out of the Painting

Is it right to let go and step out of the picture, when it starts getting too abstract; when it doesn’t look as you’d imagined; or must you stay and keep trying to find some interpretation, force some vague clarity out of the mess?

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After pondering for a long, long time, I started a painting;
Taking myriads of different shades and tones and tints,
Having a perfect visual note of what it’ll look like,
I held a blank canvas, and started tainting.

Absolutely drowned in the colours, in the strokes;
My hands were flowing,
Acquiescently marking lines and shapes and dots,
Until the picture didn’t match the imagination,
And then suddenly, the brain revokes.

I stop, stare and wonder;
When did my perfectly planned painting,
Turn into this abstract image
Which line was a mistake, which stroke, a blunder?

Standing still, deep inside the canvas now,
Should I step out of my perfect painting?
Or force some vague clarity out of the chaos?
Must I let go of the brushes; if yes, how?

Finally, out of the colours I leap
A last view, of the version the mind manifested,
And the one that reality painted;
Then turning to a new, blank canvas,
The old one too, I decide to keep.