Today is reblog day. Rebloging my favourites.
Painted Canvasses without blood
The desires dried dripping
Poured on demon like floors
Couldn’t devour the soul
The paints screamed for a wall
When kerosene washed them away
Brushes lie on the stained cotton
Looking at the easel in the corner
Silks stacked away, a story of life
Painted in crimson, clear blue
Incomplete it rested
Complimenting rags shoved in the carton
It only looked like she did not care
Neither did she look back once,
As her life was on a run, yearning
Meaning and fun, in wrong places
Years passed away, not realising
Once best friends were peeping, calling
Attention, care and caresses
Ready to be used up and thrown
So they could get a home
On the incomplete canvasses
Waiting to complete the story untold
A place where they truly belonged
*If my incomplete paintings, and the paints had feelings, they’d be really missing me*
Pooja Alok
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