Magnified Myself
An inarticulate artist,
I wanted to paint
the lone life’s landscape,
effervescent,
the construed course
of a river called desire
unrestrained,
meandering its way
in self-possessed pattern,
I yearned.
In prime youth
I thought I owned
solely
the whole canvas,
in self-satisfied strokes
I smeared
blithe,
the subterranean serenity
of psychic vales,
disappearing undepicted
in the fold of canvas,
blank.
Free will amalgamated
prodigal paints
with shades of ego,
copious,
contrived colors spilled
with spontaneity slide
from porous palette
of permeable mind,
expansive.
The banal painting
didn’t turn out
to be a masterpiece,
the hidden designer
created a mundane motif
of listless life,
destined.
Toward the hued horizon
of draping dawn,
drawn at canvas periphery,
my mental brush swept
spellbound,
striving with sensuous drive
to capture the beauty
of unique chromatic lattice
at the edge
of the nascent sky,
pristine.
In supercilious strides
I trampled
the malachite meadow,
turned wasteland,
where I walked
d i s t r a u g h t
on my shadow,
s h a t t e r e d.
On the bleak backdrop,
sinking forlorn
ordained,
within twilight zone,
rinsed by sedate rays
of the setting sun,
my consumed essence
gives perforce
now
the final strokes
of bare brush
at the edge
of convoluted canvas,
where my senescent mindscape
devout,
is illumined
by the eternal glow
of divine light.
Through the lens
of introspection
I see me
metamorphosed
into a lengthening shadow,
magnified
bigger than myself,
d i s i n t e g r a t e d.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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