MAN THINKETH

Between the darkness of the skies
And the flabbergasting brightness of the stars.
He stands unshaken for he knows
He is in oneness with the one which loves and the one that hurts.


He in his deeper thinketh knows
That hard work and toil grasp greens and blues
But he learns 
Near is the beautiful scent of the blossoms for little lilies and lotuses.

The Ying stings in stealth foretelling
That no gloom is forever
The Yang bangs straight ahead
For it knows every bloom is followed by wither

That man ..! stands in the righteousness
Of his own actions good and bad
For the Karma hunts him down
Through the hardest rocks for gift or reprimand

- Vandana

Watercolor on Handmade paper
16 x 24 inches

SLUMBER

Delving deep into the myriads of creativity

Levitating against the gravity

Camouflaging the reality

Gliding beyond roofs of reminiscence

Oh! Unexplainably impeccable

How is this even conceivable?

I exist everywhere

At the brink of the empires

At the link of the memoirs

Nothing looks sensual

Not a thing looks usual

I feel love, I feel pain

I feel despair, I feel calm

So much to offer

So much to perceive

Much more to comprehend

I ponder, deep underneath

Chasing my body, reaching out to it

I scream in silence, catching up with my breath

Slowly I feel the touch of truth

Ah!!.. I witness the relief so rowth

-Vandana