A blue-edged sketch
Shades of light streaming into the canvas
Lilting, distant melodies from afar
Formless elements dancing in the midnight sun
The ancient, wizened Banyan in the distance
Perfectly balanced in ether, the epicentre, the Naabhi
The dew on its blue-veined green and yellow leaves ablaze in lotus flames
Rapid movement of the hands, the eyes
Creating life.
The stars on his body
are alive
And dark patches in the milky sky swim
A downpour of souls and light.
Darkness.
Sheer, utter blind darkness
So dark, it knows not itself
Shadows of the night march
Their dark silhouettes reflected in the waters
Screams and silence.
A solitary ray peeks into the hut
The darkness broken by the clear trill of the Mynah
Awake, my friend, and love.
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