YOU...

You-
A flower bloomed on the mind's branch...

You-
an image
Drawn by the fog upon the fog,
Visible-invisible,
slowly entering through the breath
In the deep  corner of heart...

You-
A ligheting,
Its blinding glare,
and the vision burnt by it...

You-
 My words?
 NO!

You-
My paintings?
NO!

You-
The meaning and the gist?
NO!

You-
If you really exist-
May be the rhythm of my poems
Or
The blankness of the canvas
Remaining after
It has sucked up my painting....

-PORTIA
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