Hello Peeps.. I am back with a new OS on Omkara 😃 And this OS calls for imagination. So imagine each and every sentence as it goes by 😳 And please.. If you are faint-hearted, do not read this 😆 Just joking.. Go ahead please 😳😳 Read and please do LIKE and COMMENT 😳
As he sat down breaking a plain marble piece into something beautiful, he couldn't help but switch on the radio beside him. A song played. Rim Jhim Gire Saawan. He closed his eyes feeling the circuit of emotions pass through him. He stopped. Abruptly. He put down his carving tools and walked through his art studio. Canvas and brushes stood invitingly against the wall and stands as he swayed through his way. Through those silk curtains that hung below the tapestries. And he reached. His destination. The pool. The place where he made things out of clay. A part of his fragment of imagination screamed to make something and so did his hands itch for the same. As he took the clay in his hands, his dark eyes bore into the exact shade he was looking at. Brown clay. He threw the clay on the wheel and worked his hands on them. He was in a world of his own. A world or art and imagination. A world that he had drowned himself in. The season of art was what he desired.
Rhim Jhim Gire Saawan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Man
Bheege Aaj Iss Mausam Me
Lagi Kaise Ye Agan
He didn't mind the clay on his kurta nor his specs getting clay marks. All he minded was the masterpiece he was making the clay into.
Jab Ghungruon Si Bhajti Hai Boondein
Armaan Humaare Palkein Na Moondein
As these words played, a sound of ghungroo sounded in his ears. His mind travelled towards that day when a lady had bumped into him. Her ghungroo was the sound that was heard. And then her eyes. Those fish-shaped eyes that held her passion for dance. That nose that breathed for dance. Those lips that spoke for dance.
Kaise Dekhe Sapne Nayan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Iss Mausam Me
Lagi Kaise Ye Agan
He looked back to admire his work. Those fish-shaped eyes, that button nose, those lips and those feet that help the ghungroos proudly. Yes. He was definitely satisfied. There was the sound of droplets. He turned around to find the pool glistening under the sun. The sight welcoming and tempting. He put his specs down and walked towards the pool. Like a particular lion lusting for a deer, he looked at the pool in a similar fashion. Removing his kurta and flinging it away without a care, he slowly tiptoed into the pool closing his eyes and feeling the embrace of the waters to his bare skin. As he kept on walking the road of peace and blissfulness, he went deep into the waters. And for a few moments of quietness. Had his brothers been there, they would have thought he had died but then with a splash, he came out fully wet. His long hair dripping with tiny droplets of crystal clear water and sticking to his face. His body shimmering with the waterless liquid, his muscles making a curve of those droplets making it look like a line and his dhoti pants that were dangerously low-waist held the responsibility of covering him.
Wiping his face with one hand and shaking his wet hair with another, he walked back to his studio. The room that he had walked through before now gave him the sense of a breezy atmosphere. The white silk curtains were now swaying seductively over to him as he made his way pushing them off with a serene smirk on his face. Those canvas that were invitingly standing now stood temptingly.
Mehfil Me Kaise Kehden Kisse
Dil Bandh Raha Hai Kis Ajnabi Se
Mehfil Me Kaise Kehden Kisse
Dil Bandh Raha Hai Kis Ajnabi Se
Taking the brush in his hand, he stroked softly on the canvas Like a mother stroking the hair of her newly born. The canvas and those brushes were his children. They gave him happiness. They taught him how to smile. He gave an erotic stroke and the brush formed a perfect curve on the canvas. It read OM. Putting the brush down, he walked back to where his marble sculptor was waiting. Still wet, he went to sit down on his chair.
Haaye Kare Ab Kya Jatan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Man
Bheege Aaj Iss Mausam Me
Lagi Kaaise Ye Agan
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The fragrance of raw marble, paint, brush, canvas and clay filled his nose. To him, this was the most delicious ever. He opened his eyes and started sculpting. His world. His season. His work. He was happy. The Season of art was finally here and never was he letting it go. Ever. As he took a look at his finished sculptor he was satisfied for he had made a girl dancing to her heart's content. He let out a satisfied smile.
Hi people.. Am really sorry if this was not to your heart's content.. I will try better next time.. Until then do comment 😳
