They says I am born out of truth
That is nothing or emptiness
(they say that is the only truth
Colour-less scent-less
Shape-less size-less
Matter-less mass-less
Simply nothing)
As a lie, to live a lie, in a world of lie
When you say “I loved you”
It is a lie
When I say “I loved you”
It is a lie
When you say “I love you”
It is a lie
When I say “I love you”
It is a lie
So
When I feel you don’t love
It is meaningless
But when I don’t smell
Love in my heart
A lie?
No!
It is a truth
A truth about that lie
For it is true
I have lost the touch
Of the smell of love
(Which has become
Colour-less scent-less
Shape-less size-less
Matter-less mass-less)
The heart somehow
Inherits everything from
The womb of its birth
And it fixes every
Disparity
And keep beating
Sarala
The poem appears to be constructed ,metaphorically speaking ,as a parabolic narrative ,collecting and projecting meaning rather than light or sound.
Thank you Louis Kasatkin for these words recognizing the poem. Poetry is the best medium – simple but in its brevity – which can paint the map well with words about the life around and inside. 🙂