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