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World beyond words

Art of the Unknown

So this is Art

Abstract – Creative

Nonsense for many

For most maybe

For me too – until –

I grasp in words

For me – for you – for all –

Who care to explore

The depth of the Unconscious

Subconscious, or whatever.

It’s Art of the Unknown Depths

Of the Unknown Life

Like the unknown depths of the ocean

Of world beyond words, senses,

Knowledge, understanding

The world within me

Unexplored.

I dive and delve…until there

It is.  Images which evolve

Out on the blank sheet.

The mystery of the Unknown,

Who understands it?

Who can?

Who understands life?

Who can?

Who understands death?

Who can?

Life is lived without understanding life.

Everyone dies too without understanding death.

And Art?

Is it nonsense if..

We fail to understand it?

Or give it a meaning..?

A name?

Learning to live with

The unknown mystery

Without understanding it

Is not being a fool …

It’s Life.

Understanding may come

Someday.

It may not come at all.

Ignorance

Is not a reason to reject

Mystery..

Reject Art..

To destroy Creativity

Exploration.

To seek the Mystery

The unknown

The un-understandable.

Why?

What would life….

Be.. then?

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Life continues

Life! And a minor full stop! Life again!!

Dust – Emptiness – Motion –

And finally –

Life!

And yes –

A minor .  or death too.

A full stop ends a sentence.

Thoughts – Sentences – Motion –

Life continues – until –

The paragraph ends –

But that too –

Is not the End –

Another paragraph –

Begins –

Giving birth to another .

Full stops – Comas –

Are just –

Punctuation – marks –

Life continues –

Full stops are –

Just breaks –

A story – Essay – Letter –

A Paragraph – Anecdotes –

Full stops give all –

A break –

A pause –

After which –

The flow continues –

A story ends –

Another begins –

The same as an –

Essay – Letter – Editorial –

Continue –

. a minor dot – yet –

How many are not –

Scared of a . A full stop?

Vast Space – Orbits –

Stars – Planets – Dust –

Emptiness –

Life –

.

Still scared?

Of  a .?

Creativity is Life

Die Not--Despair Not

Obstacles choke

And block

Ability..

Brick out

Success..

Fade out

Competence..

Despair drowns

Hope..

Darkness demolishes

Light..

Yet…. Inspite of

All heartbreaks:

Life keeps going..

Refuses to give up.

What…  ???

Keeps Life going?

Breaks:.. That life keeps waiting for…

Breaks:.. That never come!

To Hell with Breaks|||

Says Life…*****

Keeps going! on..on..on..Life..

Breaks may come,,,,or not;

Sun is a desert of tar…Earth a sphere of coal

Roses – Lilies – Tulips..Apples and Oranges

Coffee and Cakes on a sphere of coal?

And life?   What about Life?

Is it all over?  The End?  Really?

The Sun – a desert of tar… so what?

Earth – a sphere of coal… so what?

Are Sun and Earth

Desert of tar and sphere of coal

Gods of Life?

Is Life nothing but tar and coal?

Despair not..Die not

New Sun will Rise and Shine

New Earth will blossom with

Roses – Lilies – Tulips

Apples and Oranges

Life is….but Life..

Life creates Suns

Life creates Earth and Roses

Creativity is Life

You and me..Us and We

Are we creating?

Are we alive…with Life?

Or just a blob of tar?  A grain of coal?

Are we alive and human enough to make

Roses – Lilies – Tulips

Out of tar and coal in us?

Honestly and Truly before being Human

The Human must be a God first!

Why?

God makes mistakes;  has not been perfect.

His Stars keep falling.  His devotes rampage and murder

Organize and execute crazy carnage of the blossoms and the buds

And… of The Tillers of Life.

Devotes of God… and the God too

Are concerned with Heaven and Heaven alone.

They care for neither Life nor Earth.

To be Human is to be greater than God or a devotee of God

To be Human is to Progress and Develop

And advance from being God to Human!

Now ask honestly what are we

Are we Human – Are we Alive?

Are we really Progressing – Developing – Advancing –

As  Humans?

Or…Happy and glad to rot and decay

As  devotees –  as   Gods?

Ships don't drown oceans!

Ships and Hearts...Stout and Tough

Ships sail…

Facing storm..

Waves…

Deter them not..

At all.

They keep going…

Untiring–defying..

All waves..All storms.

Ships are not…

storms..

Ships don’t destroy..

Ships are not

Oceans..

Ships don’t drown..

Oceans.

Ships are not even..

A wave..

Ships don’t break as..

A wave.

Ships go on…

On and on..

Even when Sun..

Shines no more..

Darkness or light..

Weigh no more.

Ships have to keep..

Going..

And to keep..

Going..

As long as..

They have to.

Stout and tough..

Ships and Hearts..

They keep sailing..

And beating..

As long as..

They have to..

Until the Anchor..

Takes over.

Art or Dream

Moments as Picture-Dream, Art or Life?

It’s not Anatomy

Search not for reason

Nor for any Logic

Meaning may be found

But – can’t be sure

Perhaps not even any –

Meaning–

So what gives it any

Value?

What gives it any

Worth?

Can it be Art?

Is it Surreal?

Is it a dream?

From where it happened?

What’s its significance?

Is it a puzzle?

An enigma?

A mystery?

No, it’s nothing-but-

A picture of some moments-

The moments

Which happened

As Life

My Life-

My moments

My picture

That’s All-

It’s nothing-

But-

Rain and Sunshine

For me!

What am I?

The Creation

Then who am I?

A creation?

Who is one

Who created it?

The Creator?

Isn’t the Creator…God?

So..the creation

Your eyes see..

It’s Creator..is he/she God?

What makes one Creator God..

The other one a mortal?

O.K. Say , the body is not the God..

It rots, suffers, decays, dies!

Creations too many go the body way..

But what makes the body create?

From where the creation is created?

How?

Is it the body only that creates..

The Creation?

The body is only like a pencil..

An instrument..a tool.

It’s not the creator!

So, who is?

Yes, my creation you’re seeing

But, who am I whose creation

You’re seeing?

Who creates using instruments

Tools, pencils, body?

I created it,

So, I’m it’s creator

And the creator is God! Immortal!

So who am I?

And what am I?

A Pencil only?

In Search of Meaning

In Quest of Significance

 

In Search of Meaning

In Quest of Significance

Necessary?   Is It?

For everything

For every creation

To be Meaningful?

Have Significance?

Senses we know

Tastes we always crave for

Or shy away from.

Bitter is not we crave for

Yet

Bitter things are also good for us

For our health

Sweet ones we all

Hardly can give up

Are mostly full of harm

And hurt causing;

Our bodies should

mostly avoid.

Yet we can’t;  we cannot

We Don’t.

What sense is that?

What meaning and significance it has?

Art too is same:

Some art is sweet

Other there is that  has

Bitter bitterness!

It seems beyond..

It may be earlier…

For it to create

A Meaning for it

Significance of it

May yet be still

In its womb.

And delivery of Meaning – Significance

Of it may still be on its way

To take Birth.

However

It is for the viewer to

grasp-search-find create

Whatever Meaning

Whatever Significance

A Creation has.

Art-Creation is nothing

But Art-Creation-Reality.

Significance-Meaning-understanding

All are yours

Only yours alone

Keep them to yourself or share

With us all

But first give them

Words-Expression-Understanding

But first of all

Consider sincerely

Your life — Your living

What Meaning–What significance

How much value

Have they all?

For the World

For Society

Your environment

For what you do — And don’t

For all you love — You hate —

You are indifferent to?

Shouldn’t You — Dear?