Colors

Colors

Eyes are staring at that empty canvas right now

Imaginations are running wild 

Some are telling me to draw

Others are telling me to just dip it in paint


Different colors spread across me 

A stroke of red reminds me of the desires that reside inside me. 

Those unfulfilled promises still shine as bright as red. 

Applying blue sky on the canvas reflects calmness that carries me

the serenity that keeps me alive from all the noise and sadness that surrounds me.

With a stroke of yellow, my eyes, like a movie projection, bring out the rhythm that I have been searching for.

My feet start to tap up and down with a drop of yellow on my cheek, a tune captivates my body, thinking of the prospects that tomorrow brings. 


Small details of green keep me growing. In some instances, where I grow, I smile 

Those are the moments through which my life is defined. 

Finishing with the strokes of orange, it seems my mind is running faster than a cheetah and higher than an eagle. 

It seems like the world is small for me now. 

Endless outcomes and possibilities. 

One stroke different, and there are two paintings in front of me.

At the end, signing off with a gentle shower of purple for what is required, the sense of establishment.

 The final sigh, the final look on the craft that has been made. 

The connection of every stroke, every idea and the establishment of the very fundamentals that were started by a single pencil line. 



DHWANIT MADRASI 

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