A Cool Snap Shot Of A Cool Painting Poem by Abdul Wahab

No brush, no colour,
neither the artist has any pencil
still I visualize
when I close my eyes, tight
a vivid fresco, a designed portrait
wonderfully depicted on the canvas
in my acrylic, casein or gouache heart
with all the shades
light, dim or dusky
mesmerizing in all the angles
right, acute or obtuse
in all kinds of shapes and sizes
round, oval or squire
it is majestically fantabulous, terrifically hypnotic
it shakes me up, if I want to shakes it off
I am magnetically hooked
while I awake or in deep sleep
oh! my astonishing artist,
what's the secret!
what's the magic!


I did take a cool snap shot of the painting
With lens, single or double
I do not know
with Lucida or Kodak?
it must be with out my knowledge
but it flashes back, brilliantly,
with a sound, bang,
marvellously projected on the screen,
smooth or rough but luminous
scattered in all ten directions
with all the colours
in red, white, yellow and green
in my hard disk, in such a way, it bugs
I can not delete it and empty my memory
the system says, someone is enjoying
The picture is now in use and dog busy