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Along with the daily feature articles from our columnists, read works from our past contributors in the categories of prose, poetry and visual art, alongside interviews and other musings.

 

A Dying Man & Dead

Written By: Aarya Sharma


Passing age, he grew fader each time I saw him,

Distant looks, a shade of black.

The nights of his sufferings.

I remember, the soul each time I met growing dim.

Remembrance, praising, a tint of scarlet.

Talking also hurt.


Porcelain, sepia, orange, candy, azure, slate,

finally jade.

A frost on the ground, this and the other world, burning timber.

Crying wind, scorching cold, endless faces.

Starry sky and silent night.

Burnt ground, wilted grass, some flowers growing. 

A horse was there grazing.


Exultant, curiosity, duty, love, ageing, death, senescent.


Another leaf falling way way down from the tree, it's journey complete, wasteful? meaningful? 

Just forgotten. 

Sands of time.

Aarya Sharma is an artist based in Delhi, India. He is pursuing architecture, and well, trying to create a minor hiccup for everyone.

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