29.0 x 9.5 inches; Watercolour, pen drawing with waterproof ink on handmade paper (Click on image to enlarge)
Twilight in the park
Awakens the fireflies,
Liminal magical beings
Discard their shadows,
Glowing with urgent eyes
Desires that seek the dark.
A bush lightly trembles
Growing into life, lazily,
Like a long drawn yawn
Leaving your bed of leaves,
Flipping tousled head hazily
A smile tickling me crumbles.
The scent of pleasure
Conjures a potent embrace,
With promises of resurrection
Flowing in our excited veins,
Needy kisses drunkenly trace
The elixir we warily treasure.
Cracks open the shell
Bursting boils of repression,
Sighs escape turning us deaf
To screams in our tortured heads,
Grasping this moment of elation
Before hiding, back in our hell.
2 comments:
Wow - I love this painting, the colors. I love the lushness - vegetation and mushrooms. So much I want to say. That poem made me go into a dark place with a kind of phosphorescence. And those roots, oddly delicate. I feel I can see through his body.
"Liminal magical beings
Discard their shadows,
Glowing with urgent eyes
Desires that seek the dark."
This is that man and I had spoken about the roots before. But today he meets me as a different man with different insights.
Absolutely brilliant Rudra. Cathartic yet beautiful. The pain meandering through the representation of the thought so well celebrated via what you have created. Art in totality… the celebration of everything bodily yet so inexplicably beyond.
You are amazing Rudra. I love this ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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