The beautiful and serene ,
her colours abrupt the seas,
she shades the sky with ease,
and surrenders the words to peace.
Muse and rituals saves her flight ,
the eye defining season’s blind,
her canopies inhibiting the saintly forge,
her love of silence, the visionary hold,
those sights entails the world we see,
splash the life, the moon and trees,
her power is the mare delight ,
as if fire holding the silver dine of ice.
That is what you and me believe,
she’s the eye of every need,
call her expression , call her deeds .
She’s the feather showing the empty breeze,
travelling along emotion and greed.
The poem is a description about ‘Expressions’. Every artist inhibits in the soul capture of sights and imaginations, expression is the air to the existence of art. It is not just what one takes on over the paper , but also how we deceive over a reflection of existence, for example one may deceive the reflection on the water body as an abrupt of the serene blue colour. Expressions are complex , as to understand the concept , subjectivity comes into play. Given above are some metaphorical relations to define what art stands for, it is as pure as the ‘ saintly forge’ and it’s existence enters from every basic emotions to entrap.