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Beauty in the ‘incomplete’
by Punit Ganshani (aka ‘Peterson’)

Things – complete – are not as beautiful as the incomplete ones. My attempt to understand this on one of my paintings has taken a form of a poetry…

I saw it incomplete,
Stunned was I,
It stood beautifully,
Mountains touched the sky,
Birds chirped on bark of trees,
Rivers sung in the beautiful night.

I saw it today – complete,
Stunned was I,
It appeared gloomy,
The mountains appeared shy,
Birds ate the fruits on trees,
The river appeared dry.

Beauty lies within,
In pancreas, and kidney – does it lie?
I was throttled at the finest piece of art,
That echoed loud, but had none.
And in cry of every incomplete piece,
God had his own fun!

Published in The Journal of The Poetry Society of India

Rhythm and the language of music have something that brings joy to our soul. When I tune to soft music, a feeling of oneness with eternity fills my heart. The well-placed beats, the soft touch of light music captivates the mind and helps forgetting everything but one – that it is the music that has held me strong.

When I play my flute, I am unanswerable why my eyes just close themselves and concentrate to the highs and the lows of the music. Its like I reach to a garden full of joy and I find myself searching for something that I haven’t seen till yet. I am playing the flute and searching for the same sound in the garden that resembles my flute sound.

Its just a resonance that I am searching…
A moment of a joyful beginning to a new journey.!