A Method of Perception
Colour and clutter,
and the palette holds
patterns of life in between.
Outlines remain
with space empty inside the lines,
freedom awaiting in that space
to be painted in any tint you wish.
On the margins of memory,
leaves of a diary are strewn,
with a smell of ink,
and pages turned to a sepia hue,
and piles of proofs that have no links now
with the truth which I extracted from life.
Colour and clutter,
and the palette holds
patterns of life in between.
Outlines remain
with space empty inside the lines,
freedom awaiting in that space
to be painted in any tint you wish.
On the margins of memory,
leaves of a diary are strewn,
with a smell of ink,
and pages turned to a sepia hue,
and piles of proofs that have no links now
with the truth which I extracted from life.
I like the way you expressed this so much Sushama. Real 'truth' never really changes, but patiently waits for us to discover it. I have so much to learn...you've inspired me again this morning. Specifically 'freedom awaiting in that space to be painted in any tint you wish.' I hope you don't mind if I borrow your words this morning for my post. Enjoy your day! I can't believe how close we are getting to yet another New Year. I hope you've learned to enjoy them for what they are...a new beginning, and a celebration of all we've learned (hopefully :)).
ReplyDeleteThank you +Unknown. You said, "You have inspired me again"... It seems this is not a new acquaintance.
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