VATSALA RADHAKEESOON

I walked away
from gardens that wore
the golden-threaded cloaks of lies
I walked away
from the scorching sun that birthed
burns on feminine soul
I walked away
from silent rivers that churned
disguised floods in passionate hearts

One by one
the veils of egocentric sweet talkers fell
like rain on enlightened grounds
They fell out of place, immobile
under the Divine’s eyes
They groaned as Truth wasn’t
their cups of tea
They again attempted to shackle
my soft steps
but I walked away
from their witchy fools’ games that cast
shadows of nonsensical illusion

I walked away
from the mundane that whirled
the snakes of materialism

Rays of  soft light caressed
my blank paper , my canvas
I clasped the hand of my True Friend
I smiled, I whispered,
“God!”