Still Life

Feathers lay crowded,
Colored with eve’s orange…
Dusk lights the sky,
An epiphany of poems…
A surreal leaf,
Floats in psychedelic fervor….
A passionate silence
Engulfs me,
Yet rituals of art are
Talking like kissing
A woman I love…
I am enchanted…
I am struck by the
Evenings breeze….
I think of love ….
Of being passionate
When the sky’s
Sculpture fades…


Author: Anand Bose

I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the mad pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist. I am also a Christian Apologist.

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