>My Sketch Poems are still experimental unless someone thinks otherwise. These are NOT visual poems and so read them as complementary pairs.
A subliminal longing, in an unaccustomed mouth
Birth of lettered rhymes.
Poetry is a face inviting a peek
A thought that carves the Ajanta grace – a smile, a pause
Poetry’s guest. Liberated words.
3. “Doors vs. Darkness”
Silent waters upon those door frames
The choice is of clarity of shards, not darkness
The face splatters like meters. A welcome chant.
4. “Airborne, We Sing”
Our times is a kite for our hands
To say nothing of the birds. Alphabetic. Soaring
The face, this poetry, defy disbelief of metaphors.
Images: sketches in poster color by me, on paper and then scanned