Exchange
The moon sliced
Into pieces
hold that much
Love and light
Drawing white wings
Against the starlit
Wide Canvas.
A tall tree
Detailing the
The dark haze
In most
delicate pastels
Expresses its
True artistry.
Sitting on the
Narrow branches
A night bird
Sleepy eyed
Flaps and whistles
Reclaims identity
In a fit of rage.
The rising wind
And a few leaves
Give a voice
To the muted
Lips to exchange
Some words
In silence.
As usual you painted it well with words Gopal.
Beautiful piece, Gopal. Well described.
Captures those moments when the physical parameters of the world seem to morph into the ethereal.
Thanks Sarala for your kind words
Rahul. Much appreciated.
Louis: I am humbled.