A Painters dream

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I was captured in a portrait
Painted by you
With colors of life
That you gave me through

They looked at me with there deceitful eyes
But they couldn’t hear my screaming cries

Incomplete, yet you hung me on top
If only you could hear, please stop

The paint brushes were dry
I saw my master cry

The agitating lines on his forehead
And the silence in the room, so sad

I stared at him until dawn
Every night he’d sing a song

I wondered who she was
What was the reason and the cause

Of the difference in his smile
It looked like he’d walked a thousand miles

The melody called for someone
But every night it was none

Just our company
Canvas , paintbrushes & me

Perhaps I was your emotion
Your rage; your frustration

But i felt delighted
Seeing your focus heightened

After all I was captured in a portrait
When your hands shivered in love & hatred

I wanted to be by your side
I don’t want you to hide

By your hands I was painted
In time i was created

So pick up your brush and paint me again
Believe me you’ll lose all that’s insane

Because i am your passion
Without me you wont find satisfaction.

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Picture credit: no rights with me, randomly googled.

Trying the trials.

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Wondering along the city of thoughts
She came to a point untangling the knots

But the ribbons of problem wouldn’t cut
And her determination was shaken and shut

The frustration in her mind
Played tricks so ugly and not very kind

It took her to a place
Where she found herself blindfolded in the empty space

No one was there
Just the quietness in the air

And she stood their figuring out the way
To the unknown darkness and grey

Her lips were sealed
Like the dusty old chest

And her wounds were deep
That it was impossible to sleep

Such was the chaos
So mean, so evil
But all she wanted was to fly like an eagle

There were mountains with such heights
But her visions were pure and white

How petrifying it was to jump
But she knew she wasn’t born to live in a slump

The hardness of wind hit her face
Breaking every inch of her bones
As if she hit rocks and stones

But what would it be if she never tried
Wouldn’t life be pointless not knowing why she cried??