We need not go far and wide in search of rainbows, for rainbows are everywhere, hidden in plain sight, in every speck of light, and the humblest of prisms harbor within them the most magnificent of rainbows.
To conversations that waft up like petrichor after the rains, encompassing everything and nothing, distilling time and memories into a moment that lingers on..
Once upon a time…
Mend your broken shards with gold and silver
For they are not mere tombs that enshrine your loss
But new tales ready to be told
And the cells from which new life unfolds.
When you march to the beats of a different drummer, you know it is the only way because you can feel it running in your veins.
There are ties that bind and ties that set you free; entanglement sometimes ensnares you and at other times leads you out of labyrinths, be it the mythical labyrinth of Crete or the dizzying mazes of human conception.
Emerge from the chaos, emerge from the deep; emerge from the trance of this soporific dance..
There are more to things than meets the eye; curves harbor linearity and chaos entombs order; sometimes it takes a rearrangement of spaces and a defiance of memory for symmetry to re-emerge, once again.!
Like birds who strive to attain their vision of green sanctuaries even in the harshest of winters, may we always strive to carry within us our invincible summer of hope even in the bleakest of times.
The Redemption Series: From the Ruins- 4
Even as old orders crumble and break, we strengthen and rebuild our worlds. Even as old havens disintegrate, we architect receptacles for a new life, from the wreckage of the old.
Acrylic on Paper, 640 gsm