Friday, November 02, 2012

Much Love

This Is the Color of My Dreams by Joan Miró
Something was holding them back
To the naive eye, it was a fear of water
To the knowing eye, it was a love of water
Too much love at that (a silent tsunami kind of love)
Like a thunderstorm that opens up the mighty skys

For (maybe, just maybe) they (unknowingly) feared
that the waves will sweep them away
To an endless unseen sea of too much love
Too much love that goes twenty thousand leagues under the sea
(only to see that there is an enchanted sea under the sea)
Too much love where the brim is just the beginning

And how does one survive too much of anything,
leave alone too much of love?

So they left the greeting at that :
With much love,

- Neha

No comments: