Blind Capture

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Blind Capture

He’s blind but wild with imaginations

His mind captures beauty and emotions

He draws them as they come to mind

Beautiful or ugly (he calls them twists of nature)

Sadness, joy, laughter, solitude

He captures all and traces them on paper

With his hands working wonders with ink

Day and night he worked

 

Until one day, his mind captured her

It was a dream

Her body danced in the rain

Running towards a shade

She wore the most beautiful adornment he had seen (Oh yeah he was blind)

The most beautiful in his mind’s world - Her smile

She dazzled in the rain and he hated himself

For wanting her to remain there

The shade was too much of a gloom for such beauty

Her place in the rain spoke of adventure

And love in the strangest of places

 

And now his hand worked for real

Drawing and painting the angel in his pavilion

The open space at the market square

Someone tapped him, no hugged him

Her smell like the rose – calm and soothing

‘This is me! How did you do this? How’s this even possible?

For all he cared, she had forgotten her arms around him.

 

He smiled finding solace in those soft arms

For he loved it so.


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