Brimming

Here’s an evocative poem pain and endurance, by Anumita, exclusively for Different Truths.

A drop of emptiness ripples out and echoes,
On the surface of the vast overflowing splendor,
Lighting up the pregnant pause on the candle’s wicker,
Blink, and there flows the molten wax from sodden eyes,
Drop by drop they gather in glistening hardness,
Filling up the crevasses of those long forgotten pains,
Stiffening the lips into a permanent smile,
Beautiful they say, for the redundant mask I know,
Frozen for eternity in the brimming liquid of love,
Spread out on the taunt sheet of universal time.

Picture deign Anumita Roy, Different Truths