Knowing Nothing
Love or friendship-
Which is healthy for life?
Love- still don’t know what that is
Kiss or touch, sharing a bed
Hands in hands walking on the beach
Besides the blue ocean reciting a poem
Or singing a romantic song
Or reading the Keats or Byron
Don’t know what love is
Friendship- is it a pink wave of the mind?
Or the brown sky of the thinking?
Or the extravagance in time and money?
Or the unconditional sacrifice?
Nothing I know
Yet, I say- I love you
I’m your best friend
By the ink of flower
Sometimes I paint-
Poetry or love or friendship
But no artistry thus builds me
Handworks make me a laborer
Hand with mind work makes me a skilled worker
Hand with mind through the heart makes me an artist
But no peace is everlasting inside the canvas
Sometimes I sell everything
In the market of spirituality
Hand or mind or heart
Nothing is reliable in my knowing
Unknowingly I meditate
On the seed of love or friendship
But unknown seed sprouts nothing
©Mahtab Bangalee
February 02, 2025
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