Motion

The sprayed paint smiles at me,
telling me the motion of the careless stroke..
And so does the swirl of the hurricane..
And the swirl of the top..
I see motion as my carrot
turns into red pulpy juice..
And motion of the drill
as it's ready to use..
I see motion as I become unable
to read what's embossed on a Tyre..
Fatal threat I see,
in the moving wildfire..
Motion I perceive
As I see the birth of white
from the colors seven..
And those little snowflakes
falling right from heaven..
It's motion when I see a red dot
arise in the morning, turning into
its golden treasures..
And the motion of the invisible drug
behind wounds and sutures..
The motion of your rustling hair
and your swaying skirt enchants me
and of your blowing scarf binds me..
The motion of waves splashes me
and that of the surf washes me..
The stale white trail in the sky
gossips about the jet that just passed..
And smoke and gas warns
about the lava coming down fast..
My chest gets heavy with
the impending motion of an upcoming sneeze..
And the swift motion where in tag,
my daughter catches my niece..
The motion of the jamming knife
that sloshes the bread heavy on a roaster..
just the same way as the head gets heavy
due to the falling roller coaster..
The mechanical motion of an escalator
eases me
and of the massager pleases me..
The circular translucent blanket overhead
is the motion of the fan, comforting me
but the motion of a camera holder's hand
is distorting me..
The motion of adrenaline rushing
due to fear,
and the emotion of a falling tear..
When I run- through the beat,
it's motion I analyse..
When I sit- completely still,
it's motion I realise..!