A Teena Has-- Bhim P

 

A Teena has a canvas of lines

And a palette of words

She uses her wand

To paint pictures and mimes

 

On the mind of the eye and eye of the mind

She casts a spell

 

Hues of the ringing bell

 

An enchantress...

With devices dark

And intentions bright

To bring about the colourful mark

 

The canvas is full...

 

With the taste of the wind...

 

With the feel of the melody...

 

And the sight of thought...

 

Ateena has a canvas of lines…

 

 

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I was invited to an Art show where there were great many pieces of Art displayed around the gallery. These were Post-Modern Art Pieces. I was briskly walking around, observing; when one of the pieces enchanted me, bringing about a flood of emotions in which I got carried away just the way a ship loses course when caught in a tempest. As I went to inquire to the Artist about her art, the encounter became the one of  poetic verses which made me feel as if I were being etherized . It made me think that a poet is like an artist who paints a picture with words and these words holding the potent power to disorient the boundaries of logic, complicate the realm of emotion and drop you into an abysmal ecstasy of pure being, where the fall makes you feel like you are at the mountain’s peak. Too many dichotomies and unrelated words and ideas put together…good night!