Icarus and Other Poems Quotes

“Why Roses are Red......      (a poem on a little artist girl, who lived with her mother on a remote Hill)    A little girl painted...  with the brush of imagination...  and with the colours borrowed from Spring...  on the paper of time  a picture  a picture of a tiny glittering star  and gave it the name... innocence    next hour  with the brush of imagination  with artificial colours  she painted... a picture  a picture of sharp edged knife  and gave it the name... experience    she picked both the pictures  and hung them on a rope  in the middle of her rose garden  And left the garden to attend her ailing mother    As the wind of fate blew  and the element of chance entered  from the door of cruelty  the knife attacked the tiny star  and the innocent star bled, bled, and bled    the drops of blood fell on...fell on...and fell on...  the roses beneath  And....................  the roses turned red    when little girl came back  she looked ,looked and looked...  at both...  the tiny star and the red roses    Benumbed and shocked  she dressed the little, the beautiful star  and threw it high in the sky  and it got fixed there  and it gave direction to humanity  and we call it pole star    with anger she threw the picture of knife  down the hill...  and there was...                          strife,                          conspiracy                          violence                         murders                          and revolts                          in the plains    Today when I look at  red roses in someone's hands  they remind me of the....    Two ideas of a single artist  which gave the world  direction and destruction           The”
― Pradeep Chaswal, Icarus and Other Poems

“Dream I have woven a dream With the fabric of imagination and delicacy of inspiration I have woven a dream   in my dream there are happy children, chirping birds, shining stars, soothing moon light, beauty, prosperity, love, compassion and a ship full of gifts   and I have hidden this dream under the mattress (their are many dream thieves in the street)   and  I wish to present it to all those whose stomachs are empty whose lives are unhappy who think they have lost everything   but I will do it tomorrow and not today.         Morning”
― Pradeep Chaswal, Icarus and Other Poems