She left her spotlight,
for ‘twas time for young to shine.
She had conquered Time.
Tag: art
Painting
Nervous
I stood backstage listening to my heartbeat’s crescendo. It was my first time. I watched her prepare herself; sneaking glances at the mirror, checking her makeup, and adjusting her bracelet. She seemed calm, panicking only when an assistant informed that he’d misplaced her headdress.
I looked at my sister. I had watched her growth since our parents died. She was three then. I, ten. An artist now, she was about to perform live, and I saw no nervousness.
She walked into thunderous applause. I stole a peek through the curtains–everything blurred.
I remembered. I had forgotten my spectacles at home.
Heard Unhearing
The stadium overflowed with anticipation. Benjamin had eyes for none except the piano in the centre. His piano. On it, he was home more than at his own home.
He looked at the keys, sensing how the cold keys would warm up as he played. The wooden body shone bright and welcoming.
He sat and a breathed deep. One moment, his hands hovered but the next, the music took over. His fingers waltzed on white and black keys alike, never discriminating.
He sat impassive, mind guiding his fingers. He couldn’t hear the applause. Or the sound of his own music.
Where There’s Passion
With his eyes focussed,
weaving precise strokes with care,
works graceful cobbler.
I found this cobbler making custom slippers in Pondicherry. He observed the leather between his fingers with such an intense focus, impervious even to the vehicles and people that rushed by his side.
The Chaos Within 