“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.” – William Shakespeare
Amidst the times when the whole world has come to a standstill, one thing that keeps gushing with unbridled passion is:
MY MUSE, ME AND OUR DREAMS
Our dreams in which,
We sprint into the world of chromes and script the saga of endearing passion, daring endeavors and calming furloughs.
Colours my saddle, pen my rein, trots my muse on the paper terrain.
My muse knows that with it as my friend, my colours and pen slide with BREEZE OF FREEDOM. So it keeps my creativity splashed with glides into its world WHOLE.
My muse is a swirling saga of flight of dreams beyond the horizons, trots beyond the times and glides of freedom into open skies. There has been no known wise, humble, loyal and caring buddy of a man than
A HORSE who gives you its whole and its SOUL.
The Horse knows that if ever the man dares to conquer horizons it’s because he knows that he has a HORSE THAT DARES.
The Horse knows that if ever the man struts the miles and strikes a gold its because he knows that he has a HORSE WITH A HEART THAT CARES.
The Horse knows that if ever the man gallops the globe and builds empires it’s because he knows that he has a HORSE STOUT & GALLANT.
The Horse knows that if ever the man dares to measure the ocean’s depth it’s because he has a HORSE WHICH SPURTS WITH POWER & MIGHT.
The Horse knows that if ever the man flies to freedom beyond the skies it’s because it knows that he has a HORSE WHO CAN FLY WITHOUT WINGS.
The Horse knows that if ever the man takes freedom to rest under the beautiful skies it’s because he has a HORSE WITH TRUST & CREDENCE.
The Horse knows that if ever the man enjoys in the beauty of spring its because he knows that he has a HORSE THAT LOVES DANDELIONS SING.
My muse is the one who has seen it all and knows it all. Yet, it keeps on being the best friend to the man with all its loyalty. It knows that even in modern times there is no other power to measure the power than the horsepower. Yet, it cares for the humans with all its humility. It knows that man depends on the intelligence of his horse when treading difficult terrains. Yet, with great wisdom and compassionate soul it nurtures the timeless bonds of love with humans.
As the famous Bedouin Legend goes
And Allah took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it, and created the horse….
Thou shall fly without wings, and conquer without any sword. Oh, horse.
Visual Artist, Art Curator, Gallerist & Explorer of Life