Solitary another

Paint the sun crimson
Trees with curly locks green
Brown for thatched roof hut
Gold burnish for the sheen on stream

A banana tuft peeking above the roof
A school of happy salmons or maybe tadpoles
Half a dozen strokes in the blue
For birds that ride the westerlies

Before you forget and I shy away
Before the moment is gone
And colours dry up

A brown boat, a fishing pole
A boy with butterfly net,
a girl hopping the ropes

All that we muse about
All that we relish in thoughts
In bliss, in love, in communion

Bunch up the spectrum on your canvas
Before the moment blinks
Before the butterfly flutters
Crumbling our world into a solitary another.

- Pushkar Gunjan (Nov 15, 2007)
[Talking about how painting could translate into a poem and poem into music or the other way round and how it would be great to display all of them together. The moments passed by that morning a little hesitant a little charmed with longings of it never ending. Bangalore. That house was aptly named Sneha Kunj]