Utopian Introspection
Siddhartha Art Gallery
Kathmandu
Nepal
2004
song of breath
first blush of the morning
not yet even active birds
early temple bells
another day recurs
memories-few half grown sentiments
borrowed, few ideologies
a will to achieve (ho hmmm…yawing!)
glancing into the mirror
an illusory reflection glorifies the external limitations
but the internal horizon hides underneath
aromatic incense-suffocates
stereotyped hymns
vermillion stained images
a quest for hunting down old paint
a befriending of scattered alien brushes
finding a palette in a throw away corner
a gathering of few fallen leaves
(but not quite,
chemically cloned brush strokes
easily available in the bazaar!)
leaves?
easily identifiable perception
enlightened even under the shadow
easy search
borrow ideologies in bulk
pay debt in installment
spiritualism, divinity, transformation
a quest…
…momos for lunch
a sip of coke pushes it through a human pipe
invisible system junked by visible pollution
artistic expression is just an extension of thoughts,
not a knowledge itself
the knowledge is laminated carefully in a folio
unable to reach human expression
a thin layer of paint penetrates the pores
synthetic glue attaches dyed veins
a brush glides slowly within a defined periphery
constrained, confined yet so dignified
clanging sounds of bell vibrates my ear drums
a disease of madness
a season of insanity
running wild all by itself
escaping from the water of purity
gliding in the mud
of malevolence
haphazardly cracked lips
exhaling self to inhale others
great enlightened ones have inhaled
to exhale knowledge
injured cells-injurious to self
a thought triggers the brain
fingers reach out for
a dumping site
inhale and exhale,
self
another coat superimposes the underneath layer
hide and seek
the show goes on
vision gets clearer
underneath layer
peeps and smiles,
through a fresh new layer
i smile back
the day is done but i’m still on
birds chirp their last song
to sleep until cock crows
leaves show no sign of enrichment
but the layers of paint do
vein filled with colours of joy
leaves feel content
under the shadow bestowed by leaves
i rejoice with glaring colours of light
brush relaxes in a safer place
to stay intimate
a sigh of relief
as another drop of contentment
runs through my vein.
