Waseem A Malla (Radbugh Srinagar(Jammu and Kashmir))
Abstract Art: Unexplainable Beauty
I thought of becoming an artist,
And paint you for people to see,
But all I got was failure:
For no brush strokes resembled you,
No crayons could paint as bright,
And no canvas could bear such a charm.
I thought of becoming a poet,
To write about your beauty,
But all I got was utter failure:
For no words can explain you,
No words are as much beautiful,
As you appear to my eyes.
I thought of becoming a philosopher,
To reason for what you possess,
All you have been bestowed with,
But all I got was a failure:
For there is no reason for it to be-
As reasons are for things, real;
And not for those abstract ones-
Like the smile, the fragrance & the pain;
Thus is your beauty- An Abstract Art.
No poem or no painting of a face,
Can comprehend it except the heart:
Of the poet, the painter, the philosopher- the Lover,
As it eludes the mind so sane,
It counts among the things unexplainable.
Now I know in my heart, deep within,
What is is to see your beauty,
Like the candle, it has cremated
The moths: countless and insane,
Attracting them with all its sheen;
And they burn all in joy,
In the disguise of your love,
For thebeauty you so possess.
And I have known in my heart,
What it is to see your allure,
But still I wish I could write,
Or I could paint or could reason:
What it is to see your face.
But the fear I have for my life,
And the test I dont want to fail-
Since I can't be the moth:
To burn, in all solace & peace- silent.
As the moths can't teach me:
To be a devout lover, & to die,
In the name of the beauty you possess:
The Unexplainable Abstract Art.
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