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.
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
An interesting variation on the well- known theme of “ the crack or the wound is where the light enters in “
An excellent ,evocative,and imaginative piece of writing.