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A painting on the wall

An abstract 

adorned the wall 

nothing but a play of colours 

 

the painting, as people called

to some it’s an art

to some a thought

to some it’s a muse

what did it mean for me ?

 

gazing at the vast expanse

a canvas stood by

thrown with colours of all shades

strokes that played

wild and bereft

strong yet powerless

 

captivating the interest of others around

photos clicked

sounds filled

but I stood there

gazing in silence

 

many a times

I visited

to understand the canvas that was displayed

initially

couldn’t understand

why so many attracted

slowly got the feels

the colours told their  stories 


fantasies play 

when an artist meets another 

colours display 

when they play cosplay 

 

such strong was the muse 

how they played in harmony 

the colours wed

strangled 

sworded 

talked 

and left 

 

those were the words they displayed 

the canvas adorning the wall 

spoke a millions in silence 

 

maybe the artist took the toll

and kept everyone stalled 

 

painting, no more a painting 

but a harmony of emotions 

a child embrace in mother’s care 

a sibling teasing 

a father being strict 

all those daily rituals

When did it end with so many emotions 

 

the canvas on the wall

or the canvas of life 

the colours you chose to paint