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Painting Poetry



In the hustle-bustle of life,

Treading alone on deserted street

Out of the blue, I see hazy reflections

Engulfing figures, though incomplete

 Every motion around me comes to a standstill

Only me and my thoughts flowing

On the veneer of emotions

I splash the pigments of visuals glowing

 Crayon moves rapidly, sketching

Contours of my imagination

In the form of a musical structure

I paint the words of incarnation

 I paint them in black and white

And all the colors of rainbow

In the words of hatred and affection

And all those emotions hidden below

 Personifying those abstract relations

In the symphony of a finished melodic art

I see the scripted colorful painting of thee

Manifesting my expressions of heart



A wacky thinker, may be cross-wired in head but true to the richness of learning and writing. Like most writers, I believe in writing on a whim to express my emotions. In love with music, art of writing and chicken. I regret not traveling and exploring a lot. That's what I look forward to.

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