#contour
The stillness of night
and the caressing willows —
Exalt your contours.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
Eyes of the stars are
on the wings of the fireflies.
Guess who is marching
in the moonlit night?
The moon rows down
on to the river.
Has the Huri squeezed
out of the gem packed
tight door of paradise?
Basked out on the gripping
bank of the Sal Sabila River,
only to spill a heady perfume
drop down on the stunned
awestruck silhouetted night?
The eve has long gone far
to wear a khol of this
mesmeric shady contour!
No one, not even you
will want to miss the peak.
Where it all begins with
the tuberoses riding the wind.
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
She is the unsung lyrics,
the pieces of her favorite quotes stitched together.
When one plucks the lyre of her heart
melancholy melody soothes another heart.
She is a pallet full of rich and moody colors.
Sometimes she is bold like the streak of red of the sky at dawn
or delicate as soothing soft colored pastels.
At times she's vibrant
with her colors high on hue
and at times she is dim and quite.
She is contoured with passion;
whirlwind of colors
coaxing the brushstroke
as she is canvassed.
She is the evocative strokes
of a tempestuous soul
of curious contrast;
an exquisit chaos.
She is the raw,
broken tiles pieced together
into a mosaic
s intricate masterpiece like picasso's.
Her body
Her soul
is constantly moulding
sculpting into a phasing masterpiece.
She is an album;
a gallery.
She wasn't built to validate
to be understood
and loved by all
She's supposed to make you feel in the way she thought.
For she is the enigmatic narrative of her truth
and a beautiful ambiguity.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Kasimir Malevich. You really have no idea how
annoying you are; I look at your Black Square,
first see nothing there; an Emperor's new clothes
situation; people feigning education by rambling
meanings from blackness; Ignoring what it lacks -
it's the reverse of what art should be. That's why
it calls to me. Isn't it? It is rebellion, revolution,
An iconoclastic icon, there are novels within it's
empty. Are there? So I feel strongly. But as for a
Judgement...I have Nothing. It's a Black Square.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC