A Flight

We stand in a colorful array

You and I and the people we have met

With dresses and smiles, in the color red

You and I and the people we  have met

Against the night of stars

With young, brilliant hearts

As a sparkling twinkle in the expanse

decked in dreams, we stand

In a moment from now, we will form a ballad 

With lyrical symmetry and lit eyes -
You and I, and the people we have met

Will rise and swim in the starlit skies

Shringi

January 18, 2017

unknown photographer from Archana's engagement

To broken darkness,

We have come far
From nowhere to nowhere

Our journey has been of words
You and I have celebrated the festival of silhouettes
Stared into endless blurry nights

My dear broken darkness,
As light spills through you, I feel reassured of your presence
Thank you; tonight
I owe you my ornamental lapse.

Shringi

13 January 2017

from my instagram

Everyday Rituals

There is endless enjoyment behind our minds Where the speedy moments of outside - pause, Slow down And dissolve

They travel freely and reside into our pores for a
restful instant;

Before trickling down

There is an immeasurable amount of song and dance

Within us

Within us,

Are also tendrils of gleam

Participating in the mass celebrations

Twirling

Rhythmically

With ornate hearts

And limpid breath

Let’s voyage

In

Shringi

1 July 2016

Unwanted

The air was swollen with quietude
It felt calmer than usual

Vibrations of bygone conversations

Usually lingering about
Were nowhere

It had no smell left
no music, no story

The air was empty but heavy
with the heart of an unwanted

It had finally concluded its cleansing
Now,
Swollen with quietude

Shringi

29 June 2016

Painting by Dan McCaw

Nowhere to go

We stand in the middle of barren lands
Sky revolving above us
We have got nowhere to go
We are waiting for the wind
to give us our freedom
to nudge us ahead of the sky

We sit under a tree in endless forests
Sky revolving above us
We have got nowhere to go
We are waiting for the leaves to fall
to bring to us the seasons
to say to us how far we have come

We lie on a bench in a wooden house
Sky revolving above us
We have got nowhere to go
We are waiting for the sky to stop
to come with us to a rest
to close our eyes and fall to our feet

Shringi
03 May 2015

Painting: Archeological Reminiscence of Millet's "Angelus", 1933 by Dali

Purple Light

I enter a purple fog

swimming in lapse

I have pictured the light of relief,

It's always purple.

The smell of this light is fresh

The mood is raw but athrill 

When I am fully immersed and have walked a few steps in it

I will like to see you in this light with me

smell the purple off your skin for a long time.

The touch of this light is fleecy

The feel is of a wise end

It has coloured my mind a few times now

I will like to become this purple smoke

touch the color, being a part of it.

I will walk out of here

with purple iris

I will look at you with my new eyes

watch you swim in purple light.

Shringi

June 20, 2013

Painting: Purple Mountains Majesty by Karen Margulis

http://kemstudios.blogspot.de

Another ornamental lapse

When the wind stops blowing for you to celebrate your lapse, you know that you owe something to the unknowns.

In my imagination, there is a celebration where colors are racing towards me and I am trapped in a whirl. I want to touch each of these - in my hands is always some wind. In my imagination, I am alone with whispers coming from the unknown and voices going away. I must be dreaming, I must be truly alive. 

Another ornamental lapse enters silently and takes me in my corner. My eyes are covered with mud; this layer of mud is now a wall between the light of reality and the light of an interval. There is no end to this moment, it is here to be absorbed completely. This lapse is empty, to the point that it is complete. I am frozen in my freedom, smelling the wall of mud.

When the wind starts blowing to remind you of your senses, you know that you owe something to the unknowns.

Shringi
27 - 04 - 2013