The Unsold Painting

Standing nearby the tree I weep as I bring out my new brush,
It gives me an edge to paint thy hush,
Wiping those emotions I try to play with those colors,
They are prepared..

Seasons come and go, I am lost in the art,
Capturing every minute detail in the sand, on the cart,
Sob, Sigh, Silent Cries, I stand up again at the dawn apart,
Nothing can move me I believed..

Dark and Light, Colors make me feel my existence,
A kind of exile in those strokes so subtle, I reminisce the experience,
Broken down the brush feels and the colors too, the canvas consoles,
Stand up I owe you the world’s blow..

Winds destroyed my sheets,
Sun rays burnt my thoughts with heat,
Snow and the freeze,
Rains they made me discreet..

Nothing ruined my perseverance for a gifted talent I was,
For the fame, is everyone curious we know,
So I painted nothing but me on the canvas at my best,
What I found, I remained unsold..

8 Comments, RSS

  1. piyush gaur March 27, 2013 @ 5:22 pm

    Nice one bro 🙂

  2. Kriti Kandhari March 27, 2013 @ 6:05 pm

    Depth of heart expressed through an artistic feel! Nice one!!

  3. Aditi March 27, 2013 @ 7:23 pm

    you price urself too low
    expecting it to be sold
    you are a dream of a being
    an exclusivity for few eyes only.

    you are precious beyond measure
    you are priceless beyond a number
    you contain the all the vibrantcolors of life
    an enchantment oblivious to common sight.

    so behold my dear yet await,
    a taker bearing the sight of your gait,
    times will turn and seasons shall pass
    they will forever own this canvas of fate

  4. urbansanyaasi March 28, 2013 @ 5:06 pm

    Sob, Sigh, Silent Cries, I stand up again at the dawn apart,
    Nothing can move me I believed..

    The lines I could relate to instantly. Absolute marvel. Whattey writing!

  5. mohitar March 28, 2013 @ 6:18 pm

    yaar, please do not mind, but I have seen a much better quality from you.
    HOWEVER, I can feel the poem. It is neat. 🙂

  6. shiulid April 4, 2013 @ 8:01 am

    I have to agree with Mohita here. it's a nice poem though 🙂

  7. Vandana April 4, 2013 @ 3:17 pm

    i second mohitar but yes, the poem does have soul ashu 🙂

  8. aamjunta June 18, 2013 @ 5:18 pm

    Nice one… from the heart 🙂

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