To be “Lucky” is to discover beauty;
to wander on Facebook and end up admiring your photograph-
a beauty event that shrinks time between two distinct moments-
one before it, and one after it- and make them one.
And, what so captivated me in the picture were two lotuses!
How lovely they were-
a thousand times more flower than flowers could ever be,
They engulfed me in a tenderness, even without kissing them,
and made me radiant in light of life, pouring out of them;
though they were merely an image,
but of unimaginable beauty;
And, when, long after, senses returned
and my asphyxiated body resumed breathing,
I realised, they were eyes.
Your eyes,
glowing in the sun of your life giving smile.
Your eyes,
transcend time and space,
for they are perfect-
nothing of them lost in the translation of picture,
or, it is that I have discovered them only in my imagination, through your picture.
-Pulastya
to wander on Facebook and end up admiring your photograph-
a beauty event that shrinks time between two distinct moments-
one before it, and one after it- and make them one.
And, what so captivated me in the picture were two lotuses!
How lovely they were-
a thousand times more flower than flowers could ever be,
They engulfed me in a tenderness, even without kissing them,
and made me radiant in light of life, pouring out of them;
though they were merely an image,
but of unimaginable beauty;
And, when, long after, senses returned
and my asphyxiated body resumed breathing,
I realised, they were eyes.
Your eyes,
glowing in the sun of your life giving smile.
Your eyes,
transcend time and space,
for they are perfect-
nothing of them lost in the translation of picture,
or, it is that I have discovered them only in my imagination, through your picture.
-Pulastya
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