|| the muddy lettering on the river ||

even after the sun has set

its heart is being retained

even after the tears have dried up

its salty taste lingers on

when the river has gone through its abb

and flow

it is blotched with muddy letter-like

patches

even though you have gone far away

your perfume has remained in my

nostrils

even in my private golden dream

in the dead of night after the sun has set

your eloquent words of faithfulness loses

out

in my heart of heart

when the good old days are changing

and

overtaken by the

river of time

some drops are able to become part of

the river

despite the boiling tide

like some barren comer of the world

has been able to heed the delight of the

efflorescence of the

geminating seed

just like some potters are able to take

hold

of the wheel

despite the heavy rain

some drops are still managing to reach

the earth

likewise the lips are longing for more

after having been kissed

and we yearn to be separated

after having been intimate

just like one's heart-desire

leaves furrows behind in the brow

a lonely heart will hide its eyes between

the knees

like a wilting trunk

is seen doing - even if only seen

for can even the legs

of a stone image get up

and get anywhere ?

to play it safe

some words come fluttering down

secretly

to me river so often

like the fluff of the silk cotton tree

and instantly

are converted into a silky thread

that writes some of the saved

words into sparkling words

to address in a powerful way.

(Painting : Mara Light)