"I MET ART" BY ABDULMALIK YAHYA

I never thought art could be perfect  

Until I met you.  

Hung on a wall,

Beauty like a million stars  

Scattered across a velvet night,

Too good, yet somehow true.  

Even wonders lacked abundance  

Until I met you.  

Each stare became a golden sun:  

Keen, clear and serene,

Your smile struck a spark of dreams,  

Coating my soul  

With tangled emotions.  

You stirred me not toward right, 

But toward might,  

Tripped my heart again and again,  

Leaving behind trails of tender brushstrokes.  

With a broken mirror in your hand,  

Silence spoke louder than sound.

You stood,

Beautiful beyond the soft touch of a canvas.  

Are you not the dream I favor?  

Or am I sipping a fleeting pleasure?  

You hushed the words from my mouth...

I met art.  

© ABDULMALIK YAHYA 

(The Punsmith)

29-04-2025

The poet persona says he experienced the beauty of art with the beauty of a woman. Hence, this woman looks fascinating even in broken mirrors. The voice has never believed the ability of art till he met this beautiful woman.