23/10/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal
The painting stayed right there on the wall.
I moved away for months at a time
But returned to find it just the same.
She sat there; a picture of patience and
Hope. Her bare back, which was visible to me,
Was angled as she sat there
Leaning slightly towards her left.
She sat there, shielding her eyes against
The angry Sun.
She sat there waiting.
I never could find out what she waited for.
I never could see, perhaps, so far into the
There was, maybe, a beach umbrella hiding
Her from the Sun. Her right palm
Shielded her further still.
But you already know that.
I wonder what she felt like. Was
The random loneliness painful?
Or, perhaps, she chose this, this very moment,
To immortalise herself.
The patience she had was mind numbing.
I remember sitting and staring
At her for hours.
She haunted my dreams and
I distinctly remember talking
She never spoke back. Even in my
Dreams she was content with
It was of an enigmatic design.
A hand that smeared it and the
Beauty just willed it to appear
within the randomness.
It would be the same till
The end of Time.
At least, Time as we know it;
At least on this side of the painting.
Note: I think this is the first time I’m doing this. I saw Barton Fink, only the first hour, and I really don’t know if this painting has a role to play. I didn’t want to wait till I finished the movie. It’s an awesome movie, I just know it! I’m sure there is going to be a post about the movie soon. It will be good!