I Tried to Draw

Rishav Kumar Thakur

I tried to draw, for someone,
and I made my long fingers
encase pencils and pens
to guide
impressions
on a hand-made sheet of art paper.

On it I seemed to be
charging
directionless
in a way,
translating
making journeys,
between different media
to create what was
or what still is
(for time is confused in here)
flowing
everywhere but becoming
liquefied;
the moment I thought back to recollect
how I had seen it back there.

I filled in, drew lines, made scratches and eyes.
I had created a portrait at last
and it was nothing very great.
But there was something inexplicable in it
which left me
upset,
like when a sudden insight catches one
unawares –

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