Van Gogh' Starry Night

Van Gogh's night

On a starry night he walked
to the foot of a leafless birch
The moon cascaded its light.
It was the bluest of the blue on that night.

The steeples rose and the roofs
were bathing in  serenading blue.
His fevered brow felt the icy calm.
His eyes closed and took in the sky,

in one quick breath the universe wrote
the entire saga of his life
on the canvas he carried on his tired back.
It was a delirium of blue on the palette and the sky.

He dipped the brush in blue
and let it swirl in spiraling strokes.
Dipped again in amber and let the birch rise
in a leafless glory ascending to the sky.

It was a night when the agony
turned into a raging flight
to tear the veil of reality.
And the sky answered to his fanatical dream
of  ending the world of duality.

 

My Storybook-shelf : Peter Pan & Wendy: By James Barry

Hasten the stars through this patch of blue;
wrap a shawl of sunlight around the frozen moon.
Shine a light, the golden one
right inside the underworld,
of mermaids and sirens and the cyclops's world.
Do anything and everything tonight
to reawaken the secrets, the mysteries hidden
in the stories read in the brand new story-books
with the curious smell of printing ink and polished covers.
The thinnest new curtains of the finest lace
of snow-white fabric crumpled into a dainty crease,
let them hang over the window-sill,
as Peter Pan and Wendy fall in love,
and I shall tell my darling all the tales
that live inside the story-book shelf of my mind. 

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  Sushama Karnik+1

  Out of the mundane clutter
  of tubes and the smudge of color
  all over the place, the Muse will find her way ahead
  that leads to the landscape sleeping
  on the canvas that yet has to speak.
  These are the moments when the artist
  bends over the canvas like a mother
  waiting with a smile for the sleeping child.
• SUSHAMA KARNIK

Aye Andaleebe zaar

Bird of the woods and glades,
move on. Move and say goodbye
to the seasons' blossoms, and the garden you loved for awhile
Move with the spring which is soon to leave.
Are you sad! And I know why.
Look at the orchard and its bloom;
look at the gardener in those shadows,
wan and lonely, hiding his gloom.
Look at me, and look at my tears,
and look at the sorrows that consume this world.
Do I not know that passion which sears your heart?
Do I not know how love burns like a flame in your heart for that one and only flower?
Do I not know how completely your heart has merged with that one white rose in bloom?
Even in dreams, you seek its sweetness and nothing else?
Do I not know how the sign of faith in those eyes, has been the beacon on your path?

Bird of the woods and glades,
move on. Move and say goodbye
to the seasons' blossoms, and the garden you loved for awhile
Move with the spring which is soon to leave.