Friday 7 September 2012

Colours : A vivid thought for the joy laden...

          The intermix of colours, their entwining nature, cradling to beget a new form to rise up above the horizon of folklore and become the ecstasy of the elite, that are selected by their unique love for the vibrant, vivid beauty of world---

       In the ethereal existence of the vivacious sparkle, called life, often enough the diminutive lifeless compounds called colours, fill the missing blanks so as to paint the entire picture, the canvas being the individual's own retributions for the forsaken and listless world...

          the painter uses these colours to ride the wings of the unicorn of his imagination, to sway forth into the unfortold expanses of wisdom, forsight and anticipation... he fortifies his own calibrated picture of the joy of world, as, unseen by the yet unawakened general mortals.... he is an artist...

         pristine in his methods.... glorified in his vision.. obscure to the world and may be living in oblivion yet he is not dismayed by the apathy of the mortals.... he has the conjunctive medicine for his disease, ration for his daily survival, the need for sheer existence... he has the very meaning of matter.... vision.... sensibilities.... he has Colours