In the still frame of reflections, time inconspicuous. Summer stories bright as daylight reframed winter tales of freezing cold.
“What’s real?” She evaluated the images on window pane.
“Moving clouds and your absence.” The rest an illusion of proximity just like Him.
Deeya Nambiar
Deep and dark charcoal strokes;
Lost white to curator’s imagination –
Shadow splayed wall left an impression.
Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Golden borders emboss clouds alive
Sun lets rays seep through clear sky
Paint brush spills water on the floor
Oh there’s a natural splendour
Unlike the original
The painting still looks magnificent….
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