What is Beauty?
In this surreal dream-like trance,
A young woman sits as if by chance,
Her body lies on the table bare,
Examining it with quiet, stead...
Ivan in Abstracts
In this surreal dream-like trance,
A young woman sits as if by chance,
Her body lies on the table bare,
Examining it with quiet, stead...
Love is weakness, Icarus, the man had said, grim, 'It is Man’s deadliest weapon, greater than the sword and mightier than the axe—because...
Beneath the sun's soft, golden flame,
She bends, a whisper in the sand,
Her breath becomes the desert's name,
A fleeting bloom, by sil...
Between the branches, in quiet peace,
The soul merges with nature’s ease.
A part of the whole, forever one,
An ancient mind where all ...
In the morning light of time, a silent bouquet,
I matured, transient yet at peace in my way.
But her hand, so tender and full of grace,...
In the silence of self-acceptance lies the greatest strength – modest, unshakable, and in harmony with oneself.