This is the way we connect <br />From inside out and vice versa <br />This is a blue autumn in a maple leaf, <br />A nostalgic olive green and a cushion of red <br />Beige and almond color, orange and mustard: <br />We think the pastels have been rubbed <br />To the canvas and are being sold <br />Like frozen words enchained in a paper back. <br /> <br />An inverted rectangle had a different meaning <br />Posted on grey wall, as if two silhouettes <br />Out of hatred for each other are embracing. <br />Lifting oneself from above the body <br />Piercing through and through to know <br />Why people have been created, <br />And knowing that every thing is without sanity. <br /> <br />An eye above an eagle’s and some molten gold <br />Holding on to the base as possession <br />From a distant past and a minimalist palette; <br />The discovery of an artist long dead, <br />An amazing hue of red and green <br />And we did not know except <br />The exotica of purple and pink taken from <br />The color of lips of some women who did not care. <br /> <br />Pointillist, miniature manicures <br />Playing with ideas mutilated and disfigured <br />Nothing else would change the reality <br />A translated verse of the yore was so clichéd: <br />Knowing and not knowing is equal. <br />I decided to let her decide <br />A cover for my book at least <br />A fresh idea will be transported and I know <br />Nothing decides the fate and a heap <br />Dumped on the shelves, <br />Would decide what alienation is like to read.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-we-connect/
