MASTER MY MASTER!!!!

(The Faceless Woman speaks…)

Master! My master…

Touch me and make me glow!

Master, my creator!

Bring me to life… ever so slow!

Master! My master, my creator! My mentor!

You made me beautiful and youthful

You are passionate and thoughtful!!

You touched me and filled me with colors,

You ran your brush over my contours

You tickled me here, you tickled me there

The color to my cheeks rose in a flicker

You nudged me…Oh! A touch here… a touch there,

To make me look better and tended me with a special care,

In such a way that people stop dead in tracks and stare!!!

Master!! Oh… my master!!

Now I look at you in despair,

You seem to have done with me and put me up here!

Framed and locked… I feel so bare!!!

I long for a look from you my master!!!

I long for a touch of your hand

Touch me my master… stroke me…

I wish you come close to me and stand

I wish to feel your proximity

To breathe the scent of your air

To feel your eyes on me my master

I don’t care even if you glare!!

Touch me my master!! Stroke me…

Run your brush tip over me…

Touch me! My master… my creator!

For I cannot speak or make you hear

You created me without eyes, lips, nose or ears

And called me, “ ‘FACELESS’, my dear”!!

Master… my master! My creator!! My mentor!!!

Is it my fault I dream to be your master piece?

Master, Break my frames... My master!

Away from you the loneliness engulfs me in its flames…

Master… Oh! My master… My creator... my mentor

Touch me my master… stroke me….

Ladies and Gentlemen: this poem is a request or an ivitation to my friend  and a regular ilander FEBIN JOY to re begin his fabulous “FACELESS” series which he seems to have left behind. The picture shows FEBIN’S faceless women.

Check the Faceless series here:

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Picture 2

Picture 3

YOU SIMPLY ROCK FEBIN… THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!!!