![]() Painting my ceilingA Poem by Anju.H![]() mess![]()
Sometime with my grey thoughts
Sometime with sonorous music Vigorously slashing colours: Black white and blue, Ten reasons to die; one to live hanging on both corners almost impossible to distinguish Which one is who, My white dress lost its essence Maybe ceilings do have echoes how do I erase unerasable now? I despised the way painting turned out Looks like nothing but; a mess, a mess that a artist would create When his canvas looks nothing like, he thought it would a battle ground where both the warriors lost leaving abstract, questions, doubts maybe this is how crimson hell looks like a acceptance of homeless with a home where he realises the ceiling he is under is not where he belong a thirsty wonderer in the desert : finally took his map out and grasp out loud all this time he has been travelling in wrong way The anger, the rage, the hatred Its all there : scattered © 2023 Anju.H |
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Added on March 27, 2023 Last Updated on March 27, 2023 Author
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