"The edges of things are always deceptive because we are taught to believe in endings and beginnings but the true is: The are no borders and all boundaries are lines drawn in the imagination (like the equator) people like to put things in their places (we believe in belonging somewhere) this is the trouble with poetry (it does not understand belonging) and it will not be put in place - with crayouns on paper maybe - but who can live life strictly inside-the-lines? The color of countries that cannot be contained in cliche where the red of your heart spills into the red of the rose spills the red of the sunset spills into mehendi on the hands of a bride and who can explain these things? But what I want to know is simple: who settled the sky on top the moutain and who drew the restless margins of the sea? Everything flows into everything else like a picture drawn without once lifting pencil from paper: this world - now tell me the story of your life (whoever you are) go on I Double Dare You! Tell me the story onf your life - without once touching - mine".
Pavithra Mehta
Pavithra Mehta
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