What a beautiful and inspiring poem written by @meenachopra the winner of the 2020 selfie contest, on the occasion of #HistoricPlacesDay. pic.twitter.com/gOsCnntftf
— National Trust for Canada (@nationaltrustca) August 13, 2020
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
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
On the occasion of #HistoricPlacesDay.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
The Mystery Book
I am a faceless face
in a real time display
structured and showcased
in a trendy way
Disguised
behind the cleverly constructed images.
The shadows
constantly knock
my doors and windows
colliding
till they fall down
fractioned,
splitting in sharp
glassy pieces
piercing,
till I bleed.
My doors and windows are admant
they remain closed.
I am heedless and distant.
I tweet reality every day
but I am blind to
the silent charisma,
surrounding mysteries
of my hidden mystery book.
because
I am a viral socialite
standing on a virtual plane
humanizing
a faceless face
on Facebook page.
Post by Meena Chopra.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Reverberations
The thrills masquerade
Far away,
I shrink in a black hole,
searching?
The charismatic remote leisure,
Strengthning
facing
the deserted truth.
A plunging darkness
bare as death,
and a dot
disperses a line
in a voluminous circle,
folding the fire
a living time.
Images annihilate.
The bodyless prevails.
What was it?
That whispered
Reverberations
in a chilled silence.
From my book 'Ignited Lines'
#canlit #poetry
Post by Meena Chopra.Strengthning
facing
the deserted truth.
A plunging darkness
bare as death,
and a dot
disperses a line
in a voluminous circle,
folding the fire
a living time.
Images annihilate.
The bodyless prevails.
What was it?
That whispered
Reverberations
in a chilled silence.
From my book 'Ignited Lines'
#canlit #poetry
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Ignited Lines
Sensitive fingers
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Drawing by Meena Chopra |
touched the soft mud
igniting the lines
in my palm.
Sun's brittle brightness falls,
earth evaporates
in a thin layer,
glazing a clear sky.
Aghast I am !
My flesh tingles.
A restlessness
empowers me
wanting the mud
once again
in a tight grip.
My fingers tremble
drinking the soothing vapours
emitted from the impressions
carved on my hands.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
A Glimmer It Was...
was it you
or the sun ?
A chilly winter
blossomed in spring.
Whiffs of the flowers fled,
diffused in the sky.
The rainbow emerged,
half born,
half engulfed,
wonder-struck visions stopped
at the semi-circle.
distant was - I.
Closed eyes captured
unfolding emotions
Strangers
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Drawing by Meena |
In the day's heat
I sought myself in you.
Strangers we were, still are
silhouettes in each other's eyes.
Remnants of a deflected time.
Monotony
Nonexistence is
claustrophobic.
I fear remaining an outline.
Your warmth lingers
uncaptured,
fading into opacity.
I know 1 will burn
till the fire burns in me.
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