Sunday, October 30, 2011
Handsome
Owwwww I wonder....if pain isn't a handsome carelessly talented painter with piercing eyes and strands of hair accentuating the intoxicating eyes, heartlessly dipping his brush in our hearts to find the colours with which to paint the most beautiful sketches in the skies of our hearts' eyes. Tempting us with the beauty of the sketches and the magnetism of his dark quietness to let him stay, let him keep painting from the colours of our heart.
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What a lovely concept... beautiful..letting pain paint the happiness.. wow!!!
Can the words 'skies of our hearts' eyes' be read as ' Skies of our imaginary world '
Think over RM..but still this is your most amazing thought perhaps...
I can see its a beautiful painting ;)
@ RS: Finally you brought me back here :)
You are very right about the choice of words, sir.
Actually here what the heart sees is not imagination for it. To the heart it is true, the reality as seen from from where it lies deep within us.
To my heart everything is a view ..... reality as true as dreams to a determined heart and dreams as vague as reality in a dynamic world.
Regards
RM
@BH: Thanks dear... love you. God bless you :)
Great thought Rekha😊
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