I AM THE SUN !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

A sky over-cast with dense clouds

Frost cloaks the greens like a shroud

Spread on earth, darkness of night

I am howsoever shining bright

For I am the Sun!

 

Extinguished minds, bereft of spark

Fainting pulse, no blood gushing through heart

Anesthetized senses, touch without heat

Am agile, forever lit

For I am the Sun!

 

Tired stride, wacked feet

Wounded mass, bruised knees

Defaced earth’s frame, tired and fatigued

Am statuesque, strong and lithe

For I am the Sun!

 

I have the power and prowess

To sear through the dense darkness

To ignite the minds with a special sharpness

To fuel the hearts with love and softness

For I am the Sun!

 

I have burnt for zillions of years

To spread light in this universe

I have caused life and climate

I have ruled the cosmos with my tenets

For I am the Sun!

 

Oh my orbs! Bind with my magnet

With my warmth you shine and illuminate

I have carved an orbit for each one of you

I have seeded life and breath in you

For I am the Sun!

 

Don’t go away from me, you’ll freeze to death

Don’t come close to me, you’ll be burnt to slag

You were born from me

You will end within me

For I am the Sun!

 

Where Are The Soulful Artisans And Their ‘Real McCoy’ Art!!

Photography by Tejeshwar Singh

Photography by Tejeshwar Singh Click here for more

The fine silk woven by the dexterous fingers

A play of a mindful art

Creativity appliquéd the passion so stitched

Embroidered with seams of thoughts

Years and years of heritage thus passed down

Here comes what an objet d’art!

 

The palate of hues blended by the artistic hands

Moved on the canvas with utmost segue

To create picture of someone’s dreams

Illusions of mind thus perceived

Portray the images of one’s heart

A Da Vinci’s Mona Liza thus conceived

 

Affection n care wrapped in the garment

Granny’s prayers, knitted in yarn

Nimble needles churn out the intricate pattern

The tassels n braids, the embellishments so worn

Ornamental trimmings, edgings and bobbles

Oh what love and warmth thus born!

 

Where is the beauty of true melody

The magic of maestro caressing avid hearts

Outdone is the music once created with simple strings

Cosmetically treated are the vocal cords

Tuners and synthesizers make you a star in a sprint

No longer a veritable piece of opus gets true applaud

 

Gone are the days of labor and inimitable creations

Flawless is the new creation, however the theme hodgepodge

The peace it transpired is replaced by utter techno noise

No one’s chasing the distinct excellence, in this race to win n outsmart

The passion n spirit that flows in a single stroke

is taken away by a modern collage

 

The wonder of virtuoso is left to the mercy of paintbrush

The high pixels ‘n’ graphics have conjured faux art

The masterpieces are crafted through cut ‘n’ paste

Edited by the ingenuity of a digital shop

The sheer mystic of ingenious is mislaid

Alas! The soulful ‘real McCoy’ once existed, is lost !