Parul Panthri Poems
|4.||The Broth Escapade||12/8/2011|
|5.||Passive Looking At Active||12/8/2011|
|7.||Fallen Pages Of The Weathered Quran||12/8/2011|
|8.||Morbid Monogamy Mortified||12/8/2011|
|9.||Meaning Often Lies Enveloped In Meaninglessness||12/8/2011|
|10.||Yellow With Yellow||12/8/2011|
Comments about Parul Panthri
Yellow With Yellow
The conscious mind interferes with the talent very often these days.
The joy of breathing gets lost between 'inhale and 'exhale'.
How can I just 'be' when I'm forever conscious of the fact that 'I am'?
How can I write effortlessly when I consciously frame every sentence?
Subtract a word here, erase a line there,
and the soul slips away from the words.
I'm consciously trying not to be conscious.
I'm trying to paint yellow with yellow.