Of Lines...

...Numerous lines...
One after the other, each line gives definition to the previous one. Each forms its own identity, physical or meta-physical, when it appears. White pages transform into sermons, Black screens vamp into multitudinous streaks of colour. From its inception to its end, in solitude or in company, each line is a bearer of meaning; purposeful, descriptive, definitive, informative, creative and participatory, in the entire assemblage.
Often, a line does more, than connect two points. Some lines work in succession, others work in their discontinuity.
A collection of them, can convey meanings of serious proportions. One line can make, or break, cross, or connect. An appropriate line can create history, an erroneous one, blasphemy. Broken or continuous, rhythmic or random, old or new, they all work in synchronism…at the end of which, we see the bigger picture...
...A well-written piece of prose or a well-drawn piece of architecture!

P.S: I draw for a living and write for existing. Lines, thus are my constant companions and best modes of expression. The above piece is a tribute to them.