//What would you do if you forgot to Art?//
It strips me of my passion first;
slowly tearing apart my gift of weaving magic from sights, sounds and smells, into tiny shreds.
It then moves on to wipe off every recollection I’ve ever had to a point where, I’m no longer able to paint fragments of the galaxy onto a single sheet.
It erases, it smudges, it breaks in, it fractures my equanimity and fills in the cracks with blather.
It makes my bones coil and prepare for a war with everything I’ve ever known.
Sooner or later, I fear the fiend’s fist will creep into my mind and my skill to art will cease to exist.
***
//Homebound//
Caramelised in the hazy light,
served warm with the evening sunset.
He’s the city with the dancing lights ;
known best for the smiles he’s spread.
He lives in a house that’s not a home:
devastated and broken.
—
Sautéed by the city noise,
served cold with the winter rain.
She’s the wreckage after a storm ;
known best for the trouble she has caused.
She is a nomad on vacation :
devastated and broken.
—
One day their paths crossed,
She found solace in him and
in her streets and sheets he found his home.
Anusha Sinha
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