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Painting the Sky

An evocative nature poem by Sudhansu, exclusively for Different Truths.

The colours conspire among themselves
In their self arranged passion
The secrets of the opposites merge in a close embrace
In the endless portrait of the white carpet
Whispering the mystery of the eternity.
Gently blows the wind
And where it leads
No one knows.
The graceful shapes of the white clouds
Looking back all the escaping moments.
The stars shinning and bright
Through lights in the darkest night
All the tricks of the mortal hours
Struggling all the way irregularly.
The traveler of destiny moves in a different adventure
To heal the wounds of the ongoing time
To feed the dreams that would never end
The cracks rolling between the understandings of the mad men
Complimenting each other
Releasing love out into the horizon
Making it uneasy to pick up the rusted locks
To hold each other ever close.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Dr. Sudhansu Dash
Dr Sudhansu Dash has bagged the International Elite Writer’s award in English poetry (2014). His anthologies, ‘The Stories of the Insider’, ‘A flying Without Wings’, ’Painting the Silence’, Behind the Shadow’ Returning to Carbon’ ‘The Unopened Window’,’ It is She’ ‘The Broken Sky’ and ‘The Secret Design’ have international publications in the United States. Many articles too have been published in international journals. He is a Lecturer in English in Dhenkanal district, Odisha.
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