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.

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.

Charisma

Drawing by Meena

Lush jade jungles

Tracks un-trodden

Lead into the anonymity.

Silence drizzles dew

The grass is still wet
The sun sets on the back of the camel
Deserting daydreams.

The night unlocks

the mysteries

Potency

Digital Painting by Meena

Thoughts immersed verses.   

A rhythmic fantasy  

Pondering in the mortal failure;  

bursting shadows, 

a lifeless poise   

potent enough to unite 

the clinging povertyof a sterile substance. 

-Meena Chopra

#canlit #poetry 

Metaphorical

Drawing by Meena Chopra

Separated

from the start

I longed to be with you. 

Submerged in a silent moment. 

But it was the void

that greeted me,

not you.

Emptiness all over.

Nothing satiated.

Nothing fulfilled.

Ignited Lines

Sensitive fingers

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.

 -Meena Chopra

#canlit #poetry

A Death, A Beginning

Have you ever searched?

Your lost self

unfolding those

ruthless cold nights

inside me - ?

Ever dreamt?

The blazing honesty of

my unyielding

unborn

unprotected

vulnerable naked - self

in your arms,

Tangled in Time

Digital Painting by Meena

Past, Present,  Future 

Dusty Barricades, 

Symbols dissolve  

I plunge back 

float and delve.

But,  

I stick to the moist damp earth

fearing devastation.

Instant In Motion

Trimmings

Drawing by Meena

old and torn

change in

the flowing stress,

a garb,

hard cover,

hiding an instant

to be touched

to be in motion.

-Meena Chopra

#canlit #poetry

A Stillness Moves

Distances fade,

Drawing by Meena

a feeling

as if I touched

the limitless remains.

Quivering fingers

grasp the floating clouds.

They merge in me

as I in you.

The hues of blue

disappear

in each other,

A Glimmer It Was...

A glimmer it was--

Drawing by Meena

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.

Near was the horizon

distant was - I.

Closed eyes captured

unfolding emotions

Strangers

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.

-Meena Chopra

#canlit #poetry

What was It?

Graying evening.

Drawing by Meena

Shades of black fading. 

Starkness of night! 

Neutrality spread

All over our faces.

Unrecognizable.

What was it?

You recognized

I did not?

Was my vision hazy?

Or I looked at the haze?

Perhaps

We are beginning

a new end.

-Meena Chopra

#canlit #poetry