Hearts
Souls
Smiles

and above all
People
Everything seems broken … yet clear
Broken .. yet pristine.

Hidden from the normal, symmetrical, indifferent eye
The beauty of this world is visible
only to a broken soul
The song of the soul is carefully preserved in the tiny fragments,
each possessing a life of its own.

A broken soul doesn’t always need … mending.

White fluffy marsh-mallows move away
leading my blurred vision to reality;
My thoughts race with words and go beyond.
I search for the sun, whom I can feel but can’t see
Trees dance gracefully, wearing an attire too heavy for them to carry.
They seem to be waving to me to draw back my diverted attention.

How lovely is it to see nothing else
but the most marvelous of god’s creations in light,
of course, excluding myself.
The beauty which a bird hurrying home refused to show me,
comes my way as a white butterfly with a green outline rests on my glasses.

Can I dance with the trees
Swaying and moving in the elated way,
forgetting the world for a moment?
Thoughts hold me down. Dejected.
No, I’m not as graceful as they are.

My heart wishes to travel with the wind,
which kissed my senses,
giving up and accepting gently and cheerfully.
The tiny butterfly teases me by fluttering
its wings and taking off to the sky.
No, I’m not free enough to do that.

Stuffing my hair behind [...]]]>

Poem: Shriya Prasad
Painting: Aruna Jyoti