Is this the face

That fascinated

A zillion senses ?

Thrilled a trillion
Thoughts ?

Baffled a billion

Brains ?
Mused a million minds ?

And a thousand times told

Lovelier and loveliest !

You are the ever cherished –

Season of ART,
The gift of Renaissance painting;
The very verve

Of priceless charm !

Serendipity was with you to be alive,
In such an age of rebirth and revival;
And you are matchless and peerless,

To be painted and scratched

By the amorously digging brush

Of venerable, veteran and versatile –

V ‘I’ N C ‘I’

Though you took years

To be on the energetic canvas;
Your enigmatic exposure is of merry ?
Or, melancholy ? . . Smiley ? Or, sadly ?
V ’I’ N C ’I’ only knows !

I always wonder

At the absence of brows and
Lashes on your flawless face

Was it a fashion of the time ?

Vinci forget to put ? Or, Time told him
To stop ?

Yet, you are stunningly immortal

And stirringly heart throbbing !

Many a time, I watched

And

Dreamt, many a time

I have been full

In passion and rebellion

Of your heavenly looks and existence,
And I longed to see your face

In the living girls of NOW.
But,

I have eyes

White dead

And

Black dead

Always !

Perhaps,

Now my beloved dead woman,

‘I’ painted timeless Poetry,

My girl of every centuries,

My darling Mona Lisa is reading this poem

From the wall of Louvre !

Yes, Renaissance melancholy
And despair dives from her face

Into my turbulent musks

And divine Cosmic Yogas

To mutually burn with ‘I’, forever,

For double Illumination,

Divine

‘Eternalness’ !

                                        ~ Sanju Clement

                                         Kerala, India