Love , Paintings , Poetry and Ethnic ; Ms. Reshma

........................ They were yet alive just, quiet        Almost as Invisible,  is Quiet : Babli ..............................................

Two lonely beings        It's true; ................ . 2 beings, together Can be lonely. When the Invisible , uncalculating Thread of Love Pulls their Spirits as One,       It's not lonely anymore! Poetry. . .that Thread of Love; Where we write and say      Love, anguish, pain, agony. . .together! : reshma .........      ................................. .... . I got these Pictures For you I got them from a Consciousness of a Mystic; She left them In my soul Through a Poem; I know She loves Heaven! : Reshma ...................................... I let my heart       Show itself to  You. . . You       Love! : Babli ................................... ..........           ................ I wanted to wear that Morning, forever When You were looking at the same Dawn with me : Reshma

He  didn't want The colours; The vague, the Unknown, the Stopping of the Poem              Was  Him. . .; He had lost , How to Love! She       would bring him back To himself,                 To Love. . . away from them, and their cruel ennui And their mindless clamour about trivia , their bartering of souls,    the wages put upon Poets' spirits,   the coming and going of heartless people. : Reshma

To A dying beloved: Before you die , Know this. . . That she can't live without       You; If you could, Turn back : Reshma

He was a Poet He knew how to draw a Line in your Soul and place a Word within your Spirit; When a Thought had to be , enshrined           He knew how to love it . .  He was the Tears of the Hurting And the One who knew how to wrap his pain , within. . . He was the Poet! The soft water drop Upon a bruised heart The only beloved She had He was the Poet My longing ! : Reshma

Why do Poems write themselves                      Upon your spirit? Poems and You,                    Soul-mates : reshma .............................................. Art never, ceases. We put our griefs, calm, longings, aspirations, love, hopes in Art. . . . ; We could stop Confiding in Art. . but Art is eternal                 Love is eternal. . Art , our Refuge ,  our Friend who waits for us , always! : reshma 

Intricate, Bold, Aesthetic, Textural depth , Structural harmony and Beauty

Holding                 the garment she lay in when she left for Heaven Love, reaches the Spirit And holds  As One The anguish weeping loneliness That made us Seek and Draw, closer

Art goes beyond the Ordinary into Realities of Truth and enables its Experiencers a deeper level of Understanding. Through ART ,  the TRUTH of Spiritual Actuality   goes beyond the natural, perishable,  mundane,  ordinary and untruth /( darkness) and shines forth the Pure..