Monday, 1 June 2009

On a dream

Dip your hand into paint, and draw out your dream
A meagre yellow taint on a dripping wet screen.
Play out your music like a psychedelic film-
A strain, joyous or melancholic, of a thoughtless whim.

Slowly, painstakingly, carve it, like an idol of Siva.
Mould it, but hold it, and don’t let it flutter away.
Trap it, arrest it, and pin it on paper today.

Sing until, magic imbued, the metal rings with power
And it clangs and it clatters into a momentous spiritual hour.
As the fires leap into the shape of that wisp of a dream,
And the paint is splashed brightly onto an imageless screen.

Ideas pour into coffee mugs and rustic libraries
And grow around them, gardens and tangible sceneries
Of darkness and happiness and moments of solace,
And the thoughts idle, and with the ocean plays.

Cluttered minds relax on huge-pillowed settees
And await an idea to wash in with the breeze.

1 comment:

indi said...

WOW, Sayuja. You're poems are beautiful, to say the least.