As long as I can remember, I've searched
for beauty. On my way to school I picked
coloured stones. Later I looked in churches
temples, galleries, places you get tricked
into thinking you know the secret, now
you can make it. I gained that arrogance
of form, taught by those who thought they knew how
Parampara of steps but not of dance
Somewhere between the hand and the handmade
between the bow and the long drawn note
between the page and the written word
Sometimes you find it, blurred, undeserved
beauty that saves you from drowning - a boat
beauty that cuts to the bone - a blade
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