blue sky!
strokes of grey and white have painted
the blue of sky in seven hues
my eyes feast and made me forget
that my feet are wet
wet with cool spring water
oozing out of sand
sand which passed the last night
sleeping with my dilemma
I rush through the passing passage
glowing sign boards blaring horns
searching for some soothing shores
here I reach one more painting
strokes of orange begin the canvas
running behind the runaway orange ball
three strokes after comes the yellow
just like unripe lemons I pick
and then suddenly one white stroke passing through
those orange and yellow
ah! I rush to hold it back
racing with the running orange ball
running over the green tree tops
swimming through the muddy puddles
climbing and falling off the cliffs
brushing with my robe blades of wheat grass
my shoes are dirty hair dusty
here I go panting, running, sweating
searching for some unknown shores
I paint again with a lighter tone
green tree tops have turned grey now
my eyes are now full of fatigue
brush is dry and colours too have lost their sheen
I pull one white cloud out of the greying sky
spread it on the earth below
I sail on it with the approaching night
with the jasmines in my breath
and out stretched arms
I wait for your soul to hold my hand
and to beat your heart against mine!
wonderful expression of inner feelings……. Pritpal….
Freat
…anybody reading your series of work is sure to be astonished by your amazing visualisation. We see same sea, same moon and sun alongwith the endless blue sky so high, yet each time endowed with a different meaning and the consequent significance…this sounds so different in each of your work…
…this opens up a new vista and takes you on a journey to reckon with…not because this confronts you with new fact or faces but because that forces you to have an interface with that untreaded personal space of our psyche … or the world within where we have unknowingly become a stranger. A stranger to our own castles and creeks… a stranger in our own town…
…that even lifts you up spiritually to a higher plane of awareness… because you are then helped with a guided tour across one’s passing passage, blaring horn and broadening of the perception and horizon per se with its myriad stages and hues…
…at a very intimate level this was akin to an experience of a yogic trance where you find your self in a bonding with universal consciousness which bring forth the acknowledging of our simple and pure emotion which also makes us a simple individual who doesn’t withhold those rivulet of gratitude if that dared to roll out from the eyes…
… this kept us aloft Dear Pritts soaring upon the ‘green tree top, muddy puddle, unknown shores’…wanting to come down only to see if someone waited for our soul that which was also willing to hold hand and to feel if heart could beat against hear… SPLENDID WORK INDEED DEAR PRITTS … and thanks for your post…Take Care Dear