Cognito Ergo Scribo

“Have I ever told you?”

That were the words that first echoed in the silence. They were beautiful, they filled the space with sounds.

They marked a part of the canvas ,now there was before the words and after the words – a time divided.

The voice would have to be complemented with a picture, the words devoured the vacuum and formed an image.

It had to been the voice spoken out a bruised lip, it was far too coarse to be coming from those with glistening smooth mouth. A little scratch on the lip spoke them, a scratch that wasn’t always there – another time united.

There was a hand that slightly touched upon the chin and rested there while the words came to life, its fingers have felt things, felt life, felt death, felt flowers and ribbons, felt sand under the nails, felt the hot iron of the bike exhaust, felt the sunlight drip from the sky, felt the violin string in the dusty shop, felt the .

A hand that had felt its way through the soft curls of a dark long hair, a time when the lips and the crack smiled in bliss.

Those eyes watched that – the birth and life of the rugged smile.

On a bright summer morning when the star burnt in the middle of the sky, the breeze claimed the wheat fields and the dust and the hay. Those eyes were looking at the smile, a bliss, a time divided.

These eyes have waited, at the swarming subways, at the yellow colored classrooms buzzing in chalk powder, at the water fountain behind the purda, at the mall wearing one left shoe and looking at the mirror, they waited for the smile.

These eyes found words, words found the rugged lips, the lips found words that echoed in the universe.

Just as Eve came from Adam’s rib, just as Venus was born out of the waves, Agnes sprang from the gesture of that sixty-year-old woman at the pool who waved at the lifeguard