
Watching over the blank canvas on his easel , accompanied by colour containers and brushes , Omkara thought about the sight he had beheld a number of times . Something which is so magnificent that it could not be described in mere words.
He wanted to depict it - raw and sour - pour it on his canvas. But he wasn't sure whether he would be able to create something so aesthetic !
He turned towards the window to look at the moon .The moonlight splashed down its watery white-silver glow onto the city, bathing them, illuminating them. A sight to behold ! He smiled to himself . He got the confidence now. To paint that which is prettier than the moon . His Mah-e-roo , his Gauri.
He outlined her face on the sheet , was done with her perfect nose , pulpy lips and her beautiful hair. But , he hasn't touched her eyes yet.
Her eyes are the window to her soul, and he as a painter needs to get them right when creating her. Especially when those eyes , were his muse.
He had witnessed so many emotions in those . The first time they met he had seen that fierceness which could engulf everything , the pity when she conversed with him in the train , the gratitude when he woke up from unconsciousness ,the helplessness when Kali's men took her away , the adoration when he married her , the twinkle when he called her his buddy , the longingness when he touched her , the disappointment when he refused to accept her , the guilt when she lied to him , the amorous advances when she picked out the dry grasses from his hair ,the pain when he accused her of cheating him , the angst when she gave it back to him , the distress when she agreed to marry Ajay , the contentment when he told I LOVE YOU to her , the joy when he told that he'd miss her , the cheerfulness when he handed her over the peacock printed kite , the desire when he danced with her , the surprise when he called her sexy and now , the passion when he smeared her face with red.There wasn't any emotion that he failed to notice...she expressed everything through her eyes...everything except hatred...which he never wished to see .
He'd witnessed all of it , he always did ...they say a person's eyes never lie . It was true... though he refused to believe her or trust her earlier due to misunderstandings, her eyes always tried to make him think the other way round.
Her brown eyes shone brightly, which could even bring the sun to shame. They were of such an usual colour, a mix of light and dark. So big and beautiful, so much emotion held inside. They smiled constantly, those doe eyes. Kohl rimmed her eyes, making them so much more distinctive.
There was something incredibly nostalgic and significant about her eyes ,just like the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
She could never understand the beauty she is made of, because she doesn't see herself as he did, as anyone does.
...Husn E Jana Ki Tareef Mumkin Nahi
Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen...
It is not possible to praise the beauty of my beloved
Praise to the creator...Praise to the creator...
...Tu Bhi Dekhe Agar To Kahe Humnashee...
Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen...
Even if you see my beloved, you would agree
Praise to the creator...Praise to the creator...
Using a pencil, he drew the outline of her eyeball, the pupil and iris, plus her eyebrow and lines under and above her eyes.
He dipped his paintbrush into the colors on his palette .With a smile adorning his lips , he began stroking on the canvas.
He mixed the appropriate skin tone that suited her ,and brushed it across the surface. Then, mixed a shade and applied it to the crease in above the eye, then highlighted the lid below the crease and blended it with the shadow.
He gave a deep, medium-gold, warm color to the iris with a tint of black around the borders. After done with the inner part ,he started with the edge of the eye, mimicking the swoop and length of her lash in one fluid motion. He moved from the outside and towards the inside of the eye when they look shorter and less pronounced.
After he was done , he kept looking at his creation. Yes , it was beautiful ... The best that he could do. But how could someone surpass God's creation ? Her eyes spoke volumes ... they could mesmerise anyone. And here , he could just capture so little of the magnificent creation of God.
Aankhein dekhi to mai dekhta reh gaya...
Jaam do aur dono hi do aatishah..
Aankhein ya maikade ki yeh do baab hain...
Aankhein inko kahoon ya kahoon khuaab hain...
Aankhein neechi hui to haya ban gayi...
Aankhein unchi hui to dua ban gayi...
Aankhein uth kar jhuki to ada ban gayi...
Aankhein jhuk kar uthi to Sazah ban gayi...
Aankhein jin mein hai qaid aasman-o-zameen...
Nargisi nargisi,
Surmayi surmayi...
When I saw her eyes I was transfixed.
They are like two cups of wine that are ablaze
Are these eyes? or the two doors of wine-house?
Do I call them eyes or a part of my dreams?
Her downward glance is the symbol of shyness...
Her upward glance is like prayer...
When her eyes look down after upward glance, it feels like a style...
When her eyes look up after downward glance, it feels like a punishment...
Eyes, in which the sky and earth are captured...
like Narcissus...
Greyish...
Smiling to himself , he just wished to drown in those orbs. He wanted to peep in and settle there. Get lost in those and never come back...never come back from the heaven he visited every time he looked in there.
Chehraa koi alif laila ki daastan...
Chehraa ek pal yaqin, chehraa ek pal gumaah...
Chehraa jaise ke chehraa koi bhi nahiin
Maah-ruuh maah-ruuh...
Maah-jabi maah-jabi...
My Beloved's Face is like a tales of Alif Laila...
For one moment real and in another, an imagination...
Face is like no other...
With a forehead which is moon like
so is her body...
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P.S My write up may not be able to match that intensity in her eyes , just gave a try though ..
The poetic lines (song) I used can be googled up. I couldn't find anything better ❤️
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