Let Shadows Breathe

At times…

When mundanes of life are painted upon light…

Then Shadow Breathes…

The discrepancies of life, get swallowed on colours that are muted, through an emptiness of not wishing good nor bad!

Of letting Pain be, but as Shadows that are distilled with light, layers upon layers as a Da Vinci,

So that One can walk through Pains & let all those dying songs be!

In retrospect to these pictures that caught my eye, how bedsheets lay holding fatigue bodies that sleep & recuperate to once again wake & allow Space for Hopes to breathe

These images are of that intermittent pause, Where Sleep allows human minds to be

Ahhh what A Gift, to sleep & Forget that mind even exist!

When Coco passed on, he wove his last breath in mine, as Atul carried his body

&  laid upon the pyre of life

He left me with this Essence of His, That Mom; “When Nothing Shall make sense,

Simply Be, Like I’ve Been”

For Shadows too need room, So make space; Paint them upon light

For Tis’ is the Only way one can still breathe through the Pain of loosing one’s child-

As Nothing can ever Fill that deep sense of Loss,

Yet His Breath woven into mine, leaves shimmering of stars on Blue waters of life

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©️Meghna/2023