Almost Qarah

Art, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

She turned her head to her right

She caught your eyes in sight

You smiled to her delight

One, two, three, four, five

She’s locked in gaze alive

Swiftly hypnotic,

Beautifully chaotic

Five-ish, afternoon before sunset

You met but never met

Graveyard of the brave hearts

An unknown story departs

A pair of wheels

A pair of strangers

Gaze exchangers

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Painting Diaries

Art, Poetry

she wipes her cheeks,

grabs the paintbrushes,

strikes some streaks,

an empty space that gushes

colors, beautiful colors.

“Are they my tears?”

she stains her collars,

smiles,

forever wonders. 

Title this painting!

Art, Photography, Uncategorized

Late last night, I felt the impulse to translate my unspoken words, cried and ‘uncried’ tears into something like.. art. (Come on, let me call it so, in my own right! Tehee! ) I am very sorry for the odd appearance of my old toothbrush. It played the role of a paintbrush. LET ME HEAR YOUR TITLES!! 🙂 Thanks in advance!

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