Hidden Words

       Aura If you are honest I am an aura of bold honesty Sanctioned all the ties You do not even dare to wear it In Night. The things seem foolish To people I would like to write a chapter on it Entitling “Here am I.” The more you think  The more you fail  To get the narrative That is sitting on the cold ice. Slowly. It might be slowly Things seem uninteresting Now appears to blossom in the void. Noises feel like background music And I sing the song whose lyrics I still try to write Avoiding all the ties  You sanctioned in the daylight                                                                            Smriti Thakur

   FRAME                                         Don’t become my ‘Truth’ When life is telling me lie Just spill little drink And see! How cornered actually Life is I paint the pain But it sticks to the brushes Still holds me. Shining on the paper Over the easel trying to tell I am bound to happen Don’t frame me. Scattered colours on the floor Now utter no more Holding palette At the door I realise painting reflects What I want to see on the wall.                                Smriti Thakur