paused ..


Emboldened by the newfound sense of a lover’s urgency,
I decided to capture him on a canvas, switching from
pencils and charcoals to pens and markers, a riskier medium,
since each stroke was committed indelibly to paper,
my imagination took over, supplying from memory,
intrinsic shading, cross-hatching shadows, and blackness of
those eyes lit up by the magical incandescence of my kisses
their lofty plumes broken by silvery glaucous tones
I could spend a lifetime shading and refining one drawing
as he revealed his body to my pencils and brushes
but how could I promise living truly with him
for the rest of his life? Beneath the natural ogival cavity,
where his smile appeared, at the spot where lovers
caressed and women wished to consecrate, love was
quite worn away and polished. It was time to go home.
I was wandering the continent on an endless search
and then I thought it would be better to stay; where I was.

17 comments:

Two things; it is better to capture love in art and preserve it; and to go in contrary to one's own judgement, rather instinct, is not prudence - So, right you are in doing what you did!

Very well written - as always!

November 11, 2009 4:19 AM  

Is not art an attempt to understand secrets behind the nature of our own desires?dancing with our own senses..but to capture the 'moment live' you need great 'stamina'..energy and control over thoughts..like catching butterflies,it is always difficult to get the right words..
Do i need to say more and destroy the beauty this post created?
cheers!

November 11, 2009 8:15 PM  

thts why its better to let god do the painting and u can happily curse him later :P

November 12, 2009 12:16 AM  

Rakesh .. thank you. :) perhaps we need this wisdom in other matters as well ..


MIP .. As usual I love your comment which actually compliments a rather ordinary post of mine. :) Thanks a heap.


Sanely Insane .. if I let God do the painting .. mera time-pass kaisa hoga? :( thanks for your comment.

November 12, 2009 1:16 AM  

wow.. preserving love in art eh? :) nice..
isn't love an art at times? :)

November 12, 2009 2:35 AM  

Capture love in a canvas and bring it alive with your passion...stay where you are if you are happy.

November 12, 2009 8:57 PM  

Reminds me of a Robin Williams movie...what dreams may come...

November 16, 2009 4:56 PM  

Leo, Old Monk and Gyanban .. thanks guys for your comments. :)

November 17, 2009 9:37 AM  

'I could spend a lifetime shading and refining one drawing
as he revealed his body to my pencils and brushes'

..a life time!

or more..even then the fingers wont tire..

intensely written..as ever ..

November 18, 2009 9:14 AM  

I like this very much. It feels... complete. Like a fired vase, yeah?--rings solid.

... that idea of love being polished. That interwoven metaphor. Just a lovely little sculpture.

And the ending is good too--just the right note. (heard once that the hardest bit of the poem is the last line--to avoid the "thump"--which this does. In spaces.)

November 20, 2009 12:07 PM  

oh dear... *spades.

November 21, 2009 12:00 PM  

I would love to see that art, if only in my dreams, as in yours.
Sometimes, though, committal is necessary to move forward as two?

November 24, 2009 3:17 PM  

i have attempted something new..
do read

December 1, 2009 5:04 AM  

When is pause turning into play ? What about the next post?

December 8, 2009 12:19 AM  

very well written, everytime i come here and go thru the posts...im left with a sense if deja vu..of a similarity with my past!!

December 9, 2009 6:13 AM  

Absolutely wonderful. That I (though I) could understand it, made it even lovelier :p.

Long time since I read poetry on blogs or anywhere, and I'm glad I (re)started here.

Happy new year to you, aria.

regards,
asuph

January 3, 2010 10:11 PM  

Hi.. when will you be back?

February 16, 2010 10:18 PM  

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