Rabindranath's Paintings - a Painter's Amazement 2

Editing poem was the genesis - scribbles to cover up the unwanted. manuscripts became pieces of art - his calligraphy and doodles. The pen which created magic with words, started playing with lines and curves. Art was intrinsic - mediums differ. Shifts from words to figures became frequent. The Poet started writing poems and stories with his paint brush. He left his paintings unnamed - for you to imagine - sensible souls.
 
of late came the wish to express thoughts with brushes - spring came in colours
01/01/16 ( This poem is all about the paintings of Noble Laureate poet Rabindranath Tagore)
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Dietrich Avatar
January 2, 2016 at 7:15 PM
very succinct, which I love in haibun! Great haiku too.
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January 1, 2016 at 10:46 AM
Anindya, pleasure to read :) HAVE YOURSELF A HAPPY January 1st. ...... SKAT
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January 1, 2016 at 10:16 PM
Thanks a lot SKAT. Happy New Year to you. Hugs, Bobby
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