The Wrists of Light....and Pain

The wrists of Light and pain...inspired by you
Ruma Chakravarti   ..from your line "If she slashed her wrists with a pen"

Wrists of Light.

Cocoons. ...dreams within
Dreams...
Yet another wonderland visit.
Brief...
The usual suspects...
Customized...Joys
Detest them now.

Then...a portal swung open.
Wonders within wonderland.
Not the Disney version.
Just an alternate soulscape.

I was dancing.
Uplifted arms....ushering
slender wrists of  sunlight
Playing  through meadow in a breeze
Bold strokes
Fingers of gold upon green.

And playing my hollowed wrists like strings of violins
My blood throbbed
My wrists glowed translucent
Reflections of blood coursing
Through
Made soul...dance to
memories
Of
Countless  suns showering  particles of joy upon each conscious cell
In
Cornucopias of merriment

dancing my wrists free of pain...
Love Transacted through air....
Tossing turning....elegant
Mudras
Melting dismissing banishing
care!

Feet tottering
Breath bursting in short gasps
Heady feelings
I couldn't stop
Laughing. ..

Life was a do it yourself
Physician heal thy self
A living room the mind
Make it habitable
Add interest, not pretentious objet d'arts
Keep a comfortable couch
to recline and rest
cushions of coziness
Mats of solace
And a seat for a visitor or two
Any more
And tete a tete and small talk
Will make a babel...
Any meaning?
Forgotten.

A rise of love in that empty chest. ..for forsaken self.
Make yourself
A treasure to share.

A morning well spent
Searching inner moorings...

Children... dutiful dances....paper boats and rail tracks....soon...I was digging sand in the park as gleefully as both of them.

By sunset the dance was on the floor...
Elemental...the partnership invisible
Within me stormy surges
Of nature's elemental music
...none could see who
Twirled me or whose footsteps led...
Each step impromptu. ..
Choreographed by oceans winds sands....and gentle drops of rain.

My days are numbered in beauty
Though I count not the cost of calender
Each day I date my duties
Living them in love.

I was never lost
For
My space was infinite...God given freedom of movement. ..

Allegro fortessimo
Or slow waltz
When my number came. ..I was
Ready....
Every limit to be broken.

Life isn't this bickering in  crowds of lost faces search for places
listless spaces...of loneliness
Shackled to
A clamping down togetherness grating hurting...

So pretty my  light from windowed veins
Each cell in a frolicsome merrymaking...child never ending ...
Ever replicating itself.

Soul searches itself in atoms of
Being...in silvery silence.

The moon teases us a moist silver dollar
Treasure hunts are best conducted in solitude
Go in peace that came in peace
Not with soul mate prefabricated
But with the only companion....
Courage...
Be Lion hearted.

Do it Yourself. ...
Your Dance...
Your Life.

The choreography of existence
Cocooned in our mystic molecules
Magically the shell  unveils ...unveils...
Disrobes...Revels...

Pain is a kiss blown to four winds and gone
The years are all redolent yesterdays

And Now reveals
An exquisite dancer
Amidst fields of fancy.

Fleeting evanescence of
Butterflies dreams
Lifetimes of
Life...
In one moment.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014