To create
is to avert guilt-ridden eyes
from ink-pots unopened;
whilst fingering Sheaffers lined with rust.
To create
is, to make peace, submerged in cacophony,
with sunlight that no longer glistens
from piano keys now cloaked in dust.
To create
is to raise a fleet of paper-ships
from portraits unfinished;
and in dirty puddles, set them sail.
To create
is to carve verses on footprint-lined shores,
to make love with grains of sand, until discovered by waves -
to revel in companionships deep yet frail.
To create
is to describe the citrus fragrance of the droplets
of perfume on her wrists; oblivious to the floor
strewn with shards of orange peel.
To create
is to push away political blinds, and peek
through windows of humanity - to mourn
withering roses and lost lives alike on the battlefield.
To create
is to chart a voyage to lands hitherto unenvisioned -
ones that embrace idiosyncrasies; ones where
there are no such things as misfits.
To create
is also to hold up a mirror to shed light
on the unsettling, intimate little incongruities
of the world Humankind today inhabits.
To create
is to transform melting kulfis into childhoods forsaken
and weave out of vacant park benches,
broken promises and shattered hearts.
To create
is to worship. To lead the human race
in the pursuit of Beauty and Truth - to unravel
in layers, the divinity and power of Art.
To create
is not to live in memories of when the Sun shone;
nor is it (always) to preach sermons
of dancing amidst the downpour.
To create
sometimes, is to simply whisper
that every grain of sand the waves devoured,
shall eventually be washed ashore.
To create
is to unearth the colours of emptiness; to savour the rhythm of silences;
to teach the world to look at herself, for once,
through a new pair of eyes.
To create
is to give birth to love, hope and justice; to linger
long after one has turned to ashes.
To create, is truly to live twice.
To create is to live truly, twice.
The Tranquill Poet 🤍
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