The window shuttered away the world out of their view.
Space, the vast stretches of chaos, man-made devastations
were erased, and on this side of the window was only love.
Years of bliss and ecstasy came and passed away.
Smothered in the long days of intimacy, they needed now space to breathe, live their different lives.
Intimacy and space, collisions of identities,
and that brings the moment when the window opens
to the world that begins to question
the mystique of love.
But Chagall's canvas captures the shade of the infinity
in the dreaming eyes and the night, and the drifting moon.
Space, the vast stretches of chaos, man-made devastations
were erased, and on this side of the window was only love.
Years of bliss and ecstasy came and passed away.
Smothered in the long days of intimacy, they needed now space to breathe, live their different lives.
Intimacy and space, collisions of identities,
and that brings the moment when the window opens
to the world that begins to question
the mystique of love.
But Chagall's canvas captures the shade of the infinity
in the dreaming eyes and the night, and the drifting moon.
Sushama Karnik
29 Aug. 2019
29 Aug. 2019
Thanks @tArt Lover and @Domiku Aldari for the image
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