Friday, November 18, 2016

Daipayan Nair writes


Ripples are neither yours nor mine.
The child throws
the ping pong of my eye.
They approach towards me
but from both sides.
They rise from a silence
and are always lost in it.
Left is my eye claiming an answer
pushing its weight out of fear
into a world
which calls itself liquid
but a deviation is never short
of an incident.
 ผลการค้นหารูปภาพสำหรับ ping pong painting
 Ping Pong -- Erki Schotter


  1. You're very welcome. I hope to feature more.

  2. Ripples dissolved outside
    Still incident as accident
    Ripples remain, witnessing metaphor of metaphors of kinetic and potential where silence is of the accidental incident in confluence
    A class of its own
    Daipayan Nair always of supreme exponence .


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