In an upturned world

Remember we are all together in this, and none of us know each other at all.

These rain drops falling on us, are people

We are one of them, falling on us

I am not getting drenched at all

Instead, I am shaking these drops off my clothes

I am dry, so I see are you.

White and black keep mingling

while I sit under a red shed

wondering when the rainfall would stop

As we climb up the hill

In an upturned world we are actually moving down

Panting, sweating, desperately trying to proceed

The hour glass we are falling through, us the grains of sand

(with another unit of time)

is bound to be turned around, when we will be filling, what we just emptied

or, emptying what we just filled

(together)

Remember we are all together in this, and none of us know each other at all.

Shringi

April 20, 2012

Brown eyes

They were brown, those eyes

old and thoughtless

stark, inviting and isolated

Under the eyelids, were stories

of huts, tulips, bees, fishes and trees

We met outside an ocean

just when the sun was rising

We went inside the water to be left alone

The water drifted us apart, away

All I remember of him, are his eyes

moving away, under the water of the ocean

brown, stark, inviting and isolated

Shringi

April 17, 2012

The Wheel

Let me paint you an illusion, home.

spin it around you as you travel, lonely

Let me carve you an illusion, hope

drop it on you as you search, continuously

There shan't be any curious individual

on my planet

There shan't be any hysterical idea

There shan't be any persuasion or argument

All there shall be is a slow paced wheel

crushing and moving, crushing and moving

Let me write you a letter of promises

Let me close your eyes, gently

Let me carve you an illusion, hope

drop it on you as you search, continuously

Shringi

April 08, 2012

Painting : The Wheel of Life by Sidpai Korlo

at http://www.flickr.com/photos/christinyca/3865972629/

Performer of Ablutions

They performed on the beats of the rain

as each drop cleansed them

ripped a little bit of their burden

freed a little bit of their sense

These drops of rain, asked them to dance in return

Once they were clean, it pushed them

under a bed of newly shed leaves

...

Now that they are snug, the leaves have started to wither

they will soon be exposed to the winds of dirt

ready for another drop of rain,

another performer's performance.

Shringi

April 04, 2012

In the well

Look into the well

look at you, look at you.

Can you see the sky so blue ?

Can you see the trees behind you ?

Look at you.

Drops of your dreams have mixed with my ink,

when I write, through it, flows a lot of you.

I jump into the well, look at you in

the well so blue.

I fill my pen with the water of this well,

the sheets are wet.

If I were swimming, these sheets wouldn't know

Fluids continue to mix, with your faces floating on it.

Look at you.

Shringi

April 04, 2012

Painting by Daniel

http://aemagination.blogspot.in/2011/04/painting-analysis-4-reflections.html