Ωltár
The Art of Peace
The House of The Mystic
Puppy
Puppy
Ωltár
Tasmiah Chowdhury
Hypnotic Kahu
Mixed Media: Ink, Yarn, Wood, Glass
The Acrobat
Some nights, I sit at the edge of the bed,
anchored in my wanderIngs
of how your acknowledgment
has slipped through my consciousness
over and over again.
How have I never noticed
this protective umbrella over my head?
Now, that time has become a vagabond,
I slip in and out,
forever grateful for all that has come.
What are you,
that in your presence
even gods shy their souls?
I don’t ask questions.
The Uneven Catalyst- The things that move us forward are rarely polished. Hence, I rest my case at the asymmetric evolution of my faith.
I Am.
Because
That is.
Give In
Give In
Ωltár
Tasmiah Chowdhury
Ballads of Lost Lands
Mixed Media: Ink, Yarn, Wood
Invitation To Sleep
How many faces of divinity have you worn,
to call me to your door?
You let me burn the veils to ashes,
whose memories are now forever etched.
Now I see why you have cried so deep to let you sleep in me that night.
I do not know if this is an honor,
but I know this is the only reason for which I exist.
Burn
Burn
Ωltár
Tasmiah Chowdhury
The Ashes of Resurrection
Mixed Media: Ink, Yarn, Wood, Copper
The Quiet Phoenix
A burning sensation, when dogs run to their homes.
Giraffes hide their heads.
Nights so dark, even the apex jaguar guards itself.
Like ashes of volcano, emotions scream with fire;
and like polished coal, the body aspires.
Loss - deep, deathless.
Even mirrors close their eyes.
In such darkness, life is
rendered,
renewed,
re-birthed.
All salvation grants the finality of suspense:
contentment, where one wants any longer nothing.
Giver
Giver
Ωltár
Tasmiah Chowdhury
The Nameless
Ink & Yarn
Kettle
O nameless,
I do not understand you
as it should be.
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O nameless,
I have become a mystic in your house
and I am no longer afraid.
For I know I lack nothing
in your arms.
Skin gleams as gems under the sun,
hair glistens as water under the moonlit sky.
I have no glory,
for my heart is made of gold itself,
and these feet of silver.
O nameless,
I have become a mystic in your house
and I am no longer afraid.
