Art

There is a call from the rhythm devine That ripples and I follow Not as a wagabond though Its just those beats Which creeps within & merges with my heatbeat Those illusions and expressions Oh what a visual treat! I twist and turn…

For the crown that she wears And the burden that she carries With blends of shades And splashes of colours Patterns and doodles Hues and scratches Blacks and whites highlights and contrasts In the most remarkable command! The blending…