Smoke ~ oil on canvas (24X36)
Smoke
Tapas K Ray
She comes from a village
you dare not know
to the market of
your urban shadow....
you can exploit the frustration in her
She only listens to the distant thunder.
Across her bronzed heart
and magnetic gaze
She stares through you,
to the empty space.
She seeks her peace deep within
with each drag she takes in-between.
"You, creature of market
might value my labor less
Cause all you want
is a pound of flesh
But with shutters down, one deep drag I take
through the purity of smoke I sell my hate."
Tapas K Ray
She comes from a village
you dare not know
to the market of
your urban shadow....
you can exploit the frustration in her
She only listens to the distant thunder.
Across her bronzed heart
and magnetic gaze
She stares through you,
to the empty space.
She seeks her peace deep within
with each drag she takes in-between.
"You, creature of market
might value my labor less
Cause all you want
is a pound of flesh
But with shutters down, one deep drag I take
through the purity of smoke I sell my hate."