If you were a poet, and you got to express all your emotions through beautiful poetry, what would you say, and how would you say it?
Most of her poetry is addressed to Jude, an imaginary person. Here’re two written just when the #Covid19 frenzy and lockdowns started, that we can relate with.
I like yellow flowers!
They instantly remind me that
Joy is momentary…
That it may drop
Fall out of bloom….
But joy is joy…
I must live with it.. Even in moments brief.
I am engulfed by sadness
Many a times.
It’s like a thick black cloud
That never wants to break into rain.
It suffocates me.
It breaks me.
It hurts me.
But then I seek out.
In love and longing.
I forget about the thick black cloud.
I forget the pain.
There’s no magic potion to eternal happiness
But if you find it… Pass one to me!
Count to three🐟🐟🐟’
What lives we lead…
Locked with our fishes.
And the one with the dash of yellow.
I’m constantly surrounded by them…
In my mind
And in the physical space.
I’m not sure what they tell me.
But I feel I hear them.
I feel they speak to me.
Where are we?
Where are you?
Where am I?
Hope not whether it will ever be figured out…
What haunts us in the night?
What keeps us alive in the day?
Well, we can’t answer these questions either. Can anybody?
Swati also tries her hand at painting in her free time. Anyone relate to the paper being tilted because of being a lefty?
Love to end things and this article on a colourful note. 🙂