Eight

Words dry up
Ideas try in vain
To capture the state of mind
the mind is in no state.

Seven

I know soon
Will I be lifted
far above
To paint
the clouds
with
Colours
unseen.

Six

Wanting more of it
I wish to stop nowhere
Pulled below, Lifted high.
Connect the high and the low
If you will.

Welcome

This blog features poetry by my friend, Aliashesh, with graphic support from me based on assorted art nude photography from all over the world. I am sure all artistes will rejoice in this opportunity to pay tribute to one of the greatest poetic influences in the world. Rumi is the poet of poets.

Aliashesh says about him -
Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273) is remembered as a mystic poet of the Sufi order.

He wrote in Persian and lived in what is now a part of Turkey.

The eight centuries that have passed since his birth have only added to his stature as a World Poet.

This tribute of eighteen verses celebrates the immortal spirit of Rumi.

So come, rejoice and rejuvenate, ye kindred souls!