Written as if on the black sky,
like board with light of colours
Within emerges a world.

As by living in “this world”
feels “Another world of forms”

Lonelyness of forms takes you
to the journey and gradually they
convert into mountain.

Forms not on canvas but
written on slate sometimes
somewhere in childhood.

In the extreme lonelyness and
the restlessness of anil
enlightens a mysterious world of paintings
and a journey beyond the painting.

And enlightend we.