More than 10000 pieces of broken mirrors
are stuck together for the installation.
Some bits are dull, some are luminous,
some from the crashed wardrobes of a big shot
while others from the remains of the dashed cars.
they reflect with different intensities
but create the Large beat—
This is the same beat on which the world dances.
By Jay Gandhi
A book begins and ends in a garden.
A book begins and ends in delight.
See the coloured pages
scattered like pixels.
Each bird note is a colour.
Each rustle is a colour.
Sometimes a rubato
out of the usual rhythm
of this morning and evening
The garden of memory.
His rock garden reminded my late dad
of his favourite Lake District mountains.
Each page is a leaf,
each leaf an instrument
played by the gust.
Every chorus of leaves
a fresh painting of the garden.
2019 Paul Brookes
Yellow buds tremble quiver, as
sound waves invisibly caress
delicate tender petals, lovingly
inciting impelling rousing spurring awakening layered
Encasement to unravel transform
fold by fold, unfurl
manifest a colorful coronet
on a swaying thin stem
Balancing on thinner clasping unseen roots in the soil
listening responding blossoming
with the call-hurry
to prayer, to prayer
To salvation, to salvation
awakened to accept
prayer is better than sleep, prayer is better than sleep
And now I shall sleep
one by one
the petals close
to a bud, to become the peaceful scented rose.
2019 © CER Anjum Wasim Dar