Friday, March 14, 2014

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

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

Thursday, March 13, 2014

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


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