The Balloon Man

I painted him as a subject in the art class
a man holding bubbling colors
cheerful children all around;
I see him today on the streets
only to know how I failed imagining the reality
four strings tied to his fingers
struggling to escape its fate,
seams of shirt torn, shoes never worn
none around but a child of his own
hungry and lame, stretching his arm
to survive one more day and
“Life isn’t easy”, the onlookers say.
How beautiful the world would have been
if only the balloon man in my paintings was not a dream.

© Nazneen Kachwala
20.01.2019

The Season of Love

Like the confluence of music and words creates a song
you took a small place in my heart
and made it your home
as a squirrel hides its nuts for the winter
I kept this secret untold
then the spring came, the flowers bloomed
and the breeze spread the scent of my love for you.

© Nazneen Kachwala
19.01.2019

Journeying

She ventured canopies
once out of sight
woods untrodden
lands forbidden
drank from the springs of delight;

while on a voyage
across the sea
her vessel was caught
in a tumultuous squall;

she’s now stuck in a whirlpool
that will neither drown her
nor will fetch the shore.

© Nazneen Kachwala – 16.01.2019

Nothingness

If you tear my flesh
and dive into my blood
passing through every cell
breaking into every atom
you’ll reach a divine stream of nothingness
the same existing in all the hills, stones, seas,
in the silence
when the night meets the day
caressing it with it’s breezy fingers
and that in the warmth of my lover’s breath;
nothingness that surfaces
in different forms – unknown, unusual
that makes you, and everything;
Nothingness –
which is true,
which will stay.

© Nazneen Kachwala
15.01.2019