REVELATIONS
I could ride
to other realms, where spoken words were carpets,
Follow priceless tapestries, but I would not have
seen the morning glory,
or the
vibrant colours of wonder and marvel at a myriad
things
I am like
flattened memory of one who is removed from status, style,
I close my
eyes in awe of revelations, arising out of the surface of a watery sky,
I live
within a dream, learnt the conch’s song, so deep, so eternal,
If only I
could dance within myself, and celebrate life, so strong, so vital,
I would
roam a sandy, shifting floor, I’d soar within a sea of blue, I
would
leap upon
the wind, and spread my wings in flight till twilight’s touch.
Smita
Tewari