It’s an abstract.
Like the two random objects,
In the opposite ends,
Of a painting,
On the wall of the gallery.
Two unrelated objects, which look alike.
Let’s say, a Salt Shaker and a pepper shaker.
There are other objects in the painting as well,
But mostly on the right side of the painting.
That side has been painted by brighter colours.
Some, in fluorescent colours. Like neon.
The pepper shaker is on the left.
Just left.
The pepper shaker wants to be placed with the Salt Shaker.
But, the painter drew them separately.
Perhaps, purposefully, to take out the art out of the pain.
Or perhaps, he didn't realize, he was painting a pair.
The two can never come together, as it is evident.
But I will tell you a secret.
There are times when they are together, or perhaps not.
When the painting goes for maintenance, it is rolled together.
That’s when the two come together.
Or not? For who can see between the folds.
But that is abstract too.
The Pepper shaker knows.
He can feel the Salt shaker ‘s presence above Her.
She is always above Her. That’s another problem.
As he can see Her but She can’t see him, below Her,
Looking at Her, just for the sake of looking,
Or Love?
But they are separated again,
To enhance the beauty of the painting.
But who knows what happened,
After it is opened,
And left to be observed?
Only the pepper shaker knows,
As he can smell Her spirit.
And can see the whiteness of the Salt,
Of the Salt Shaker.
Only he can see the minute grains of Salt.
Not the objects painted beside Her,
As they fall adjacent to her,
On the flat canvas.
Not even observers, as they are really minute.
It’s just him.
And no one else.
He has been the closest to Her.
But no one knows.
Not even Her.
Things cant be more literal than this.
But it is all abstract.
There is no Salt Shaker,
No pepper shaker,
No Objects,
No Canvas,
No Gallery,
No Painter.
Just me.
Thinking.
And Her.
Who IS.
But is Her?
Is me?
There is nothing.
But is nothing there?
Or perhaps…
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