Liberation

If you see the wistful blue in a cloistered frozen frame,

Seeking the dome of a seagull’s path

You have seen the foundering life-

Beneath marble perfection.

It takes a wound to find the flaw

evidence of an imprisoned life,

Taciturn love in pristine gloss

Yearning for a salvation.

The Taj is hawked in gimcrack stalls

Immortal love on macabre sale

Antique in some lonesome parlour

Drooping lotus in a canker tale.

If you see the kohled lash dewy

by the frothy flaccid flow

of Yamuna, then you have seen

Life’s lust for liberation.

3 thoughts on “Liberation

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    The Taj is hawked in gimcrack stalls

    Immortal love on macabre sale

    Antique in some lonesome parlour

    Drooping lotus in a canker tale…

    A superb write on the great wish for liberation

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  2. amitapaul

    An interesting variation on the well- known theme of “ the crack or the wound is where the light enters in “

    Reply

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