Fire in your veins, magic in your bones, allow yourself to heal and learn to embrace your uniqueness to find a way out of this labyrinth…
4.5 billion years from now, the Milky Way and Andromeda will intertwine in the Newtonian snow globe of fates,
The ‘survival of the fittest’ humanity shrinks into indivisibility, smolders into supernovas in outer space.
This four-letter word will exist, an irrational number in binary codes of continuity,
Because you and I are matter, uninterrupted and indestructible beyond infinity.
They say, “Butterflies are proof that you can ride the carousel of darkness yet still walk out into something beautiful.” But I was reluctant to agree.
You live inside the phenomenon that Newton was never able to discover.
You remind me of the sea routes that Vasco da Gama wanted to discover before malaria choked him.
You are a reminiscence of the artworks set ablaze by Nazis because Hitler hated the maddening passion and aflame ambition of Vincent Van Gogh.
She was thirteen when she became the artist of imagery, metaphors and Surrealism,
Her exercise books filled with irregular verbs and Vincent Van Gogh’s Impressionism. Continue reading “Metaphors and Paradoxes: A Poem”
Wanderlust etched in the calcium of her bones,
Sprinkled like the dust of pixies in the carbon of her soul.
Searching for a pair of arms and a soft smile to call them her home,
On the streets whose names she can’t pronounce where directions are written in a foreign dialect, she rummaged and roam.
Rummaged and Roam.
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The Rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you.
2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
3. Nominate three bloggers each day
Quote of the Day:
Continue reading “3 Day Quote Challenge (Day-2) Quote 10- Art of Learning”
Heartfelt Gratitude to Riddhima Penner for nominating me for this challenge. Do give her fabulous poetry a read. Her brain has mosaics of wonderful ideas and her heart pumps with wild magic.
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Every morning, awoken by the silent screams of her soul,
Like the convulsing tides of the misty ocean reaching on the shore.
Carbon soaked nightmares found tangled in her dreamcatcher,
Heart intoxicated with the fatal poisons of broken matters.
They said,
History is overcrowded with women who were harmonies,
Cadencing with the delicacy of vulnerable melodies.
Your ancestors were crystal chandeliers and exquisite geodes,
Fragility dribbling from edges and nodes.
She camouflaged under the spiral of books,
Caging the brutality and inequality in the lines of a notebook.
She told, girls possess the cells of storm and bravery,
Undefined valour, immeasurable kindness was their geometry.
(Anne Frank)
