Smita Tewari

Revelations

I could ride to other realms, where spoken words were carpets,
Follow  priceless tapestries, but I would not have seen the morning glory,
or the vibrant colours of wonder and marvel at a myriad things

I am like flattened memory of one who is removed from status, style,
I close my eyes in awe of revelations, arising out of the surface of a watery sky,
I live within a dream,   learnt   the conch’s song, so deep, so eternal,

If only I could dance within myself, and celebrate life, so strong, so vital,
I would roam a sandy, shifting floor, I’d soar within a sea of blue, I would
leap upon the wind, and spread my wings in flight till twilight’s touch.