From the depths of my waking dreams
I pluck the various blooming flowers
Only to crush them for my brush
To paint the canvas of my life
From the vast abandoned main lands
I scrape the mud and rocks
To pelt them on my thoughts
Of soaring altitude
From the Zenith of my ingenuity
I bring colours and scheme
To spawn the images
Of my dexterity .
~~30/09/2013~~
These blooming flowers that you mentioned reminds me of Flowers of Palash :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you connected life with the colours :)
ReplyDeleteResounding phrase " Waking Dream "
ReplyDeletea concept returns again and again to philosophers
and surrealist artists.
You demolished the gap between Reality and illusion and the abandoned both
with ease. Superb !!