A Stroke of His Hand

by Venkat


As the sky unbolts its doors
A light steps in my mind
At the foot of my desire
I listen to the edges of my past
From corners of feelings I held
The faces of future I beheld
Words come alive in twilight

Till when would my memory live?
Covering my soul by its skin
Till when would my desires be?
Pulling me across life’s river
Till when would my pulses beat?
Vibrating in joy and suffering
Till when would my nerves spark?
Dancing in unison to my need

As my words reach the edge
I look at my minuscule figure
An atom in God’s force
An indivisible part of an art
A stroke of His hand
Merged deep in a creation
Forever unknown


4 Comments to “A Stroke of His Hand”

  1. Another wonderful poem, Venkat . . . You’re right: day by day you’re getting better and better!
    Blessings . . .

  2. Thank you for kind comment. It is encouraging!

  3. what a clever opening, tremendous imagery.

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