It's All Him!

There's much we've lost...in our bargainings of mind....only to find ourselves back....through this breath in the present of "Now" where there's no-time! . In an era where time stood still; And the cacophony of crows became music, somewhere under the sleeping windows; a heart sang its whisperings in a note-book filled with poetries that in their raw-&-purest state lay as scribblings of charcoal lead, buried between the pages, were many a things were left unsaid. Today this heart of spontaneous giving I share with thee, dipped in turpentine & linseed. The colours are fleeting on the ground, where leaves have left their etchings of songs. "Thy dead mind no longer I heed!" For I'm here to sing the song that my Beloved lord has kissed on my lips! . Few flowers & words, and a poets world where light breathes; for like a flash the memories unabashed spring, of Vermeer & Vangoghs & Tagore & Angelou as Kahlil Gibran on Love speaks! For in the now in spontaneity of this writing my beloved lord fills my empty cup and makes me an artist...even though it's All Him! . A walk in time to my college Sir J J school of fine arts . Copyright: Meghna/2019