Paint Brush And A Few Moments (Haibun - Creative) Poem by Anindya Mohan Tagore

A trip down memory lane. In front of a windowpane, my paint brushes search for a landscaped vista... a frame to capture for a lifetime or more

unskilled hand scribbles
scenery mixing with dreams
colours get new shades

Fragrance of some wild flowers got mixed with these aberrant colours - would be preserved for long. Even after a few decades the fragrance still exist. I can smell it closing my eyes, with a deep breath.

winter may snatch leaves
making stems bare - wait for spring
and blooming flowers

A few coloured stains still remain... like bruises on my skin - fading with time, leaving mementos of the stints. My blood stained hands are searching fugitive dreams. Now, I can smell gun powder only.

whistling gust searches
love among the falling leaves -
lost humanity