I Sung You Like A Verse

I sung you like a verse from a forgotten poem , 
Like a stroke of brush from a faded canvas , 
Like a touch of life in a weathered sculpture , 
Mentioned you like a sacred prayer ...

In the eyes that said a thousand words , 
In the smile that hid the secrets unknown , 
In the hands that held a crisp stone , 
In those seconds , 
I sung you like a verse from a forgotten poem .

I know you saw the sunlight on my face , 
I know you saw my closed eyes as I prayed in oblivion , 
I know you saw the tears that flooded my eyes , 
I saw you stealing me ...
I saw your eyes betraying you .
That's when I sung you like a verse from a forgotten poem .

Do you do these things usually ? 
Do you warm up a cold heart , 
Do you write and conjure words for yourself , 
Do you protect what you deem to be yours , 
Do you let others sing you ...like a verse from a forgotten poem ?

Like air , all pervasive , free , pure , 
I saw you heal me , 
I saw you covering me , 
I saw you holding my baggage while I flew amidst the clouds , 
I saw you letting me play while you watched , 
For all this , for all that , for all it felt ...

-Athena (Ambika) 

Selfless Creators

I love those content smiling blissful faces ,
A soldier’s fight to serve a nation that may not even thank him,
A musician’s play with his music unmindful of who hears or not,
A painter’s imagination painted in colors oblivious to the eyes who may or may not see beauty in it ,
A writer’s bleeding pen which pours over paper and dances with his heartbeats irrespective of who reads it and who doesn’t,
A dancer’s moving limbs spreading grace and energy unmindful of flaws and techniques ,

And the whole sham world which categorizes, classifies , quantifies and qualifies their art may as well go to a laboratory and trust me … trust me !
Even there they shall not find shrewd quantities and degrees , neither the unmindful boasting ,
JUST PURE UNADULTERATED FREE FLOWING HUMAN GENIUS SEEKING NO AWARDS
‪#‎Athena‬
p.s -You know what is purpose and humility ?
When an artist derives bliss by just playing his instrument or drawing a painting and the accolades that come along are never ever important and neither do they seek it .

“Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma phaleshou kada chana,

Ma Karma Phala Hetur Bhurmatey Sangostva Akarmani”

dreamer

I am not a slave . I will never be .
 I am a dreamer n it takes guts to dream.

 we can excel only when we do something purely because we love to do it, and not when we mix any other reasons in it. If we bring in other reasons, then slowly the pure love gets diluted and so does the quality of our effort and output.

 I am preparing for an exam ... No ... I am just studying...cz I love to study n learn without examinations . I will keep on doing it till my death bed .

 I am writing coz I love writing ... I will never betray my words or the pure love I have for them . I will never write for money .it may come as a collateral but I won't change my writing for business.