The beloved is sitting in front
For me to paint her pretty face
The lines and the forehead
Eyes and lips
Dimple in the chin
Or a high neck
Slowly the vision of the real fades
The lines get blurred
And the form is loosing shapes
So are the colors
In the imagery of the things
When real has lost its ordained value
Shapes like the dream mixed with reality
Dark clouds now surrounding the image
Sooner the sage appears
With a cup of wine
The taverns best hidden underneath the earth
The mix of the colors in dark blue
Red of the wine and a window opening
The sage announces it to be a door from heavens
Obliterated is the image and the beloved is lost
In different angles and lines
Line and angle
Crossing each other and so many times
The eternal scheme now in various directions
Like the lines joining the stars
In the end while pouring wine
That flows above the lines
The angles now overlapping each other
I dilute my colors with wine
And for the deep red
I add blood from my heart
I want to get into the details
Of my being
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-details-3/
