RabindraNath Tagore, a name very famous in intellectual world as one of the best poets of his time. His poetry is like a sweet lullaby, beauty caught in words. However, I saw his paintings, and really it was a bit disappointment. I know I am not qualified to judge a big personality, I am just expressing my feelings. I always thought paining to be an art which can show beauty in ugliest of the things. It has a charm, in smooth flow of one color to another, a rhythm in change of shades, sometimes light playing tricks with colors, its just mesmerizing. But I didn't get the feeling when I saw Tagore's paintings in an exhibition. I felt it had a kind of raw edge in it which is completely absent in his poetry. It makes me feel that may be there was a part of him which was a bit raw, kind of angular, sharp, and difficult. May be one day I'll be able to read his whole work in poetry and understand more about him, his deep thoughts flowing from one to another, changing shades with every word, and making him immortal in his poems.