While I lay on my bed
pondering over her vibrant paintings,
I sensed the unseen rays of
intense emotions that remitted
through the canvases into my conscience !










And I said.

"Señora Frida,

usted me inspira a que viva
en sufrimientos con todo prospere
en vida a través de poesía y de pinturas !"***


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*** (Spanish)
Madam Frida, You inspire me to live in sufferings yet flourish life through poetry and paintings !

I'm trying to
stitch my wounded heart.
It's painful
and I can't do it anymore.









I will have to leave it open,
for the germs to eat my wound.

Still the pain will be there,
causing slow and horrifying death.

My wounds open,
my grieves exposed.
I wish I were
anesthetized by your love,
my wound was stitched,
to be healed forever !

A little poem that I wrote for my Darshhh, about the red flower she clicked the other day.


As red as a flower,
I could just see the redness.
Yes, the redness of that
thing called 'flower.'









Redness that stands for
a feeling called 'love'
or
Redness that stands for blood ???!!
I pity the flower for being 'red'
For it never knew,
I would create such a goof about it !!!

'Better' things !!

I've better things to do,
rather than fighting with you !!!

I've better things to do
like missing you ...

I've better things to do
like cherishing memories of us both ....

I've better things to do
like crying when you do things not acceptable ...

I've better things to do
when you give me reasons to hate
and I try to love you more and more !!!

So this is it !!!

I've better things to do
rather than fighting with you !!!

I got hurt today.

It’s good to get hurt at times.

That lets you know

how happy you were.

I talked about you
to a friend for hours.
He was a good listener…

I told about our tales
the whole night …
And now I’m suffering the loss !

Why did I do that ?
I knew that you will disturb me again
Still, I couldn’t stop.

And that’s why I kept
you locked in a hidden
chamber deep inside my heart…
Never!!!
Never ever to be opened
and to be forgotten.

But the past unfolded
And now I’m searching
for the lost key to lock you in again !!!

Feeling heavy...
I guess,
my heart weighs a ton now !

You thought my heart was stuffed
with grief and pain ???!!

It's just empty!!!
And it's my emptiness
that is this heavy !

Missing …