Monocular Views

Turning it inward, the first thing I noticed Was the paleness of the Blue. As I scanned, colours of different hues appeared A bright saffron Red that excited me, Greens, strange, I always felt erotic Browns of barren lands and then The White of the snow-capped hills.

I shook the Glass and Viola'! it turned To a Kalaiedoscope. Sparklers and bangle pieces Tinted glass and tiny beads - I shake - And marvel at the myriad of love.

Love, in its infinite patterns, Love That I knew, and that I didn't Each design, falling into place So different from the other, so unique!

I shake, I roll and yet another appears How disturbing, how fragile, how tender it is!

I stand still, lest my arms shake, And trying to forget, at least for the moment That the beauty before me Is of broken pieces of glass...