A VALLEY OF ROSES

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© Faristha Kanakkapillai

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NEBULA

(This piece was inspired by the quote/poem: “For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen; a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.“)

I saw in you a light

A star
encompassed and concealed
beneath your corrugating skin
Its luminosity radiating
through your blue-green veins
wanting
waiting
to seep through your pores
not to drain you out
but to unleash and fill
space’s infinite darkness
every void and abyss
with your awe-stricken aura
the world does not yet know
it needs to see

I still see in you the light

AYE, I PAINT!

“May I know what you’re doing Sir?”

“Painting pictures.”

“But you aren’t using any brushes.”

“Aye.”

“So you don’t paint?”

“Aye, I do paint. I can paint the skies, the earth, and everything in between. I can paint a portrait of a fine young damsel and recapture a starry night on a plain white canvas. And I paint all these not with a brush, but with a quill every commoner possesses but never fully utilizes. To tell you the truth, I can do far greater things with a quill than when wielding a brush; I can bring to life any color I choose using just one; I can make rain pour down whenever I please on a perfectly fine day with just a few extra strokes of ink. And my paintings are more than just two-dimensional visuals confined to the corners of a canvas; they are words engraved on paper that transcend time and space and become etched on hearts and minds; they are words whose essences animate and dance like the flames of burning wood and flow like the waters of a stream. And my paintings cannot be perceived solely through the human eyes, but require the combined powers of all the senses and the mighty mind. So aye, I paint pictures, but with words.”