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There is nature in excess
Splayed out in front of us;
Dancing, pushing, disappearing—
Completely narcissistic and shameless!
I choose strangest of places; crouch there in silence
Trying to catch hold of a canvas--within
At a turn of every trail- there's
A panorama of beauty- seeking its way
Impulsively, it takes my mind in its grip
My heart starts thumping wildly…
I go out…
Start searching again....
Amused at my efforts
I hold my breath. And
Exhale…!! That's my initiation..
...a green blade of grass shivers
I accuse her of losing patience; turn around
Start peeling the landscape, tier over tier
Think of surrealism, metaphors, symbolism, art; and
bring out my notebook; and start writing!!
Such grand exhibitions travel to me often
Writing seems, an eternal sojourn...
A relentless drip-drip of words,
refresh the parts of my brain that needs motivation
What a joy to see my notes---somewhere, sometime.
Art is certainly not independent of its surrounding!
But for the current moment, I am taking the time
to draw in a nice long breath--Inhale!!
I intend to exhale it slowly, next time :D
I love this quote.... " Reading is the inhale, writing is the exhale."--Justine Musk.
Two separate things yet inexplicably linked....
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.