Calligraphy

Ignorance comes with a specific gesture of innocence After lifting a mountain, there is none, with your limitations. And, I will start here, past the speaker and the audience, conversations... I was looking at the calligraphy along the wall. Scriptures. Huge and magnificent. Little did I know about. And, it was a very different kind.Aesthetical views certify. I wished; I could touch those words! Only to reach the skills of a dedicated craft. I was gazing through those words.In my mind,with an inexcusable lack of efforts. Islamophobia, a tantalizing talk nowadays, to tag questions with a context of life. Never met the artists, for stories untold, behind the dedication,inspiring, at least. Lavish, tall structures with those massive chandeliers, competing for divine light. And, I was nobody but an inner cry. Though nothing is trivial in the eyes of God. He, who knows, limitations of those working hands, with a toiling, struggling life!