A Face Poem by Kenebo Rajkumar

A Face



A face on the wall
On four walls, not even shadow
In amongst the gaps of books
Just on the cover of notebooks
Between the lines of novel
On the screen of laptop
Knocking yet on the door
When does it vanished
From a prison free room
Sometimes with tearful eyes
Sometimes with never ending smile
A face on the wall.

A face at corridor
Just beneath the those roses
Like the golden sunrays of evening
Like the silver flash of sunup
Amid the floret pots
When the wind breezes
When the sky is fallen in midnight
When the silence chats
It goes off from the unclosed sight
Sometimes with tearful eyes
Sometimes with never ending smile
A face at corridor.

A face into the window view
Always getting not fear
Just behind the window pane
Without creating any word
With the unconquered gesture
That everything puts
Inside the ever open room
Both in dark and light
When the eyes do not see the things
Rather than the face of illusion
That disappears into the noises
Sometimes with tearful eyes
Sometimes with never ending smile
A face into the window view.


A face on the mirror
Instead looking like mine
Very closes into the focus
After the fatigued sunny day
After little renewed of shower
With limited secreted riddles
And damn unfortunate stories
That something utters but no sound
Being carrying a history
Of two faces of a coin
If it seems clearer
Rather collapses in the mirror
Nothing cracks on the surface
There is no more than a realism
Sometimes with the tearful eyes
Sometimes with the never ending smiles
A face on the mirror.


A face in my closing eyes
Even in the long subway of the dream
Even before the half dead of a nap
Just next to own oily face
Once the dream gets climax of an unknown tale
Did it wait for some reasons?
Does it ask to identify?
Till the end of the night and day
During restless rest
It dims away once clicks to eager
Sometimes with the tearful eyes
Sometimes with the never ending smiles
A face in my closing eyes

A face is here and far there
A face is at everywhere
A face is in me very deep inside.

Sunday, February 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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