Admiration For An Admirer., Poetry

Admiration For An Admirer.

An admirer who would,

Admire the painter’s work,

Was seldom seen.

He was unknown,

Thought off,

Yet he couldn’t be found.

The painter became a large master in his dimension,

And discovered many good things,

But he felt that he was missing something.

It was the admirer who had admired.

One day,

When he woke up,

He saw his admirer standing in front of him,

And it was none other than his own self,

Which he had lost a long time back,

Never to be found within.

The admirer and the admired,

Merged into one,

And that holy morning,

The painter was never again seen.

Only his work remained.



Did You Paint?

This morning did you paint?

The painting a tinge of red and yellow.

Did you paint?

The big dome blue and white?

Did you paint the murals?

With love and warmth,

As you have painted a small baby,

Lulling in his mother’s arms.

Did you paint?

The sky blue,

And the night white?

For that’s the reason,

It’s black,

For anything that is white is black,

Are you God?

For you have touched my heart with your love,

And the painting in it is truly beautiful without any lust or dust,

Only the dust of your love and magnitudes of it,

Are the beauty which plays the tune of the beauty in my heart.



The Most Pleased.

The most pleased is the man,

Who is always happy.

The most pleased is the boy,

Who doesn’t have to study for any tests.

Most pleased,

Is the dog,

Who always has biscuits and bones for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Most pleased,

Is God when he sees,

That his children are trying to do the best in this world of mud and slime.

Most pleased,

Is one’s self,

Which when happy,

Syncs with the his/her own inner core,

Achieves the best.