Letters to her

A collection of poems and dedication to her, the beloved … :

Which lipstick are you going to put on today

Which mask are you going to put on  today ??

I like the chocolate one … The wet strawberry one also tastes good!!

Which role are you going to play today ,

I love all your acts:

The kid

The gypsy girl

The wanderer

The enchanter

The mother

The nurse

I love all your masks

But you change your masks too often

that I fail to keep pace with the act .. as the reality ..

remains as mere the shadows of time ..

The mirror shows a demented image …it goes blank ..

 it plays games with me or maybe

I never realized that it’s you changed into the mirror

or is it you that I see everywhere.

No one speaks the truth these days ..

but you are so true in all  the roles that you play  …

I love all the roles that you play ..

Every mask, every act, is so different from each other …

So deceiving, yet so true

So different, yet so same

With every mask that you wear you cry

..tears roll down your cheek

Yet your face is so dry and glowing ..

What colour are you wearing today:

 is it green? Is it blue?  Is it white?  Is it brown?  Is it white?

Everything seems so blurred in a mist of evaporating brine...

What day is it today ? or is it night ?

I don’t remember I see everything as transcendence of your masks

As I unmask your masks, I see a void,

The void engulfs me. I am no more. Only the void remains.

The coiled serpentine stairs go round and round and round

as the endless journey to reach the vortex.

I lose consciousness.

My unconscious body lays bare at the end of the vortex

The earthly shackles of the body break down;

the essence evaporates and flees away like the migratory bird.

The rootless ehipassiko