From the naked eyes, as
Each strings of the eternal
Thread of love and care, bind one another!
Shades of laughter, of sadness, of gravity
Of silence – visible and remarkable;
There’s different colour, living and sharing
With one another – playing with each strings of
The thread of life – of shades of grey, white, black, red and green!
Those hands that’ve woven each strings
With flowering thoughts, have filled
Many a lives, with colours, bright and blue!
The bangles making sweet chimes across the
Threads that weave magic with needles which
Swirl around the clothes – red, blue and black,
Old, yet fresh…
White cottons smile, as they watch and
Feel the thread that they yield, proudly,
Matching their little strings
With colours of love and hope!
As they stand, as they smile,
As they relax, they watch, as
Movements grow from rhythm to rhythm
Growing from sweet to somber, knitting love;
Finery, woven, as they evolve…!
My dolls, my shades, my likes,
My colours, my silence; woven, felt and nurtured!
(Rajdeep Pathak)
April 24, 2013
(A tribute to the Artist, Smt Tara Gandhi Bhattacharjee, as she weaves relations and feeling through her dolls).
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