I mixed colours to have your illusion
but you were stuck in confusion
that you were all about black and white
and I knew it was not right
but still I remained quiet
as I was skilled to appreciate it,
and I found love in colours
as you were more beautiful than flowers.
The darkness turned white,
The colours emerged,
Blue, yellow, orange,
back to black then mixed with white,
Like the colours of the sky,
My heart filled with them oh so bright,
In all the chaos, my heart now felt light,
I was calm & the canvas won the prize.
Canvas won the prize
as it lost its size
and it became infinite with white light,
Wish I could dive in it to see it's strength
and felt it till the zenith.
You wrote what you felt,
I read what I felt,
We both are feeling but not a similar feeling,
Art is about perception,
& words can be deceptive,
I may be saying but not what you’re hearing,
You may be talking but I may not be listening.
Everyone has their perception
and they use it as their caption,
Words are deceptive no doubt
but they connect us to root,
root of communication
as it's all about illustration,
I hope words could heal the world
as they are beautiful as emeralds.
This world is extraordinary,
Definitely more extra than ordinary,
For it heals itself, lightens itself, shows us love & also puts us to dust.
It knows no limits, it’s depth can not be contained,
Burdened with our sorrows,
It still shows us love but with a beautiful hit of pain.
That pain makes us feel who we really are
even though it leaves a scar,
It shows us our weakness at first
but also shows strength when we reach the point of burst,
It heals by itself in spite of million efforts
as humans are still slower than leopards.
Mind in a haze, you caught me in a daze,
I’m thinking of the words,
I’m thinking what to say,
Say back to you or hold back my words,
What’s important to the mind,
We won’t know till we look inside,
I’m Hoping we can see but this worlds so blind,
Numb to the beauty but it’s naked before our eyes,
Don’t you see? Can’t you see?
That’s the beauty of the mind.
The world is kind when it comes to end
The world is blind when we try to bend,
We need to know what we want
We need to know what's our grant,
I am human with million mistakes
but I try to be human whatever it takes,
We are not perfect we know
We are not even defect we know,
We are just people with human's soul
but whenever the situation says we crawl.