Lights are out
The diary is lost
But I pick up the canvas
And a few crumbled pages
I hear the pen yearning to write
I see the colors painting the white
I spread my arms,
Smell the rain
Pierce my bones!
Its craving to hold on
to the window pane
I look up to the sky
It drops me the words I desire.
And in this cold
it ignited the fire
Memories are ready
Nostalgia is chasing
Euphoria is rushing
Writer cuddles the metaphors
The painter blushes
And the shackled voice
Frees itself…
in the name of silence
in the sense of poetry
in the form of colors
I paint sensation,
The nail biting news
And all of our lives…
in red and blues
Couplets of promises
knocking my door
demanding their dues.
All the clamour
Amidst the glamour
Shriek and shimmer
for you my enamour.
Obliterating the darkness
rises a glimmer
Poetry and shades
Intertwined to make a MIRROR.
Every night
in the splendid moonlight
You read in that mirror
The Universe speaks
of those shades again,
It sings of you
counting the stars…
It listens to your feet
dancing magic in the rain!
The writer, The painter
Deep down you know him.
You open those yellow crumbled pages
You caress the shades
with tender touch…
But when will you understand…
The crumbled page speaks of you!
The shades are all the colors of you.
Do you ever recall us ?
Do you ever realize
All this time
in the mirror
It was You
It has always…
been you…
