My poems and paintings search for the universal duality, a relationship between the subject and the object, spirit and the matter, trying to find the totality in this influx of paradoxes, in an effort to unlock the mysteries of life. I search the elusive reality of human consciousness through the lines, splashes of colors and the impressions of brush strokes on my canvasses and at times through pen and paper in the form verses.
- Meena Chopra
I try hard
eves dropping
to descending shadows
from the mountains
but it seems
my password is lost
in a dark lagoon.
Words have taken the wings
soaring,
valley below is deep
my fist is tight
eyes swollen
tired and sleepless
words are seamless.
They are lost
in a whirlpool.
Why?
Why can I not
read my book
for once at-least?
