The poem is about comprehension of beauty. While looking for an apt image, I came across this and learned about Wabi-sabi. I am a Wabi-sabist partially. Actually I had seen an image of an empty worn out wooden chair on Gabriel Garcia Marquez's celebrated novel One hundred years of solitude, although the theme was isolation and endless waiting there, I like that. I am fascinated by still lonely images in exotic interior spaces.
Sometimes I feel that the historic references and the images I upload (later on when I have written my poems) undermine them.
There is no joy, I repeat no joy, than being able to write or create with grace and style. Nothing else fascinates than the grandeur of beautiful conversation and writing.
I suffer from both in reality. The second one is a constant companion. Unless you have both you cant be an artist.
The oppressed become aware of themselves when it becomes a threat to their carnal bodies and physical pain assails them. Otherwise they wait for God. Sadiqullah Khan Gilgit June 19,2015.