The Canvas

Life-Pain-Smile-and the canvas !

 I picked up

"The brush"

To paint the life

Unlike you,

                      I thought to coat

                      Blue-for the tears

                      Red-for the pains

                      Black-for the fear

                      White-for the rains

Glittering days

Gloomy nights

Fading Prays

Ruthless fights

                      Astounded again

                      Felt the discomfort

                      Lost!

                      In the tapestry of threads!

Floating in the colors

I saw

Sky that roars

Drizzles often!

                       Soaked!

                       The ripples of thoughts

                       Turbulent!

Drifted- I was,

To the shore

The bogus grasses-fake green

Of hallucination!

                        I yelled!

                       “Don’t tell me

                        Roses are Red

                       White calms the peace

                       Black is the devil!”

Perplexed- I was,

What I perceive is

that What I see,

Red for you,is

Black for me!

                             The canvas-hence

                             remained ‘Untouched’!

                                                                                                                                                              

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

IISc-LHH-110-16th-oct-2011

Sunday 8:45 pm

The canvas-my mind

Dedicated to my agony...

Reviews

[Amrita Sharma Pokharel]

Blew my mind, Nicely written and unfathomable meaning.
“Don’t tell me
Roses are Red
White calms the peace
Black is the devil!”

Truth sketched out in THE CANVAS

[Dushyant Thadani]

WOW!!! Great job!!! Really loved the flow...

[joshua deathdealer]

this is deep and I like the format. nice work.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

I just had to read this again I think I loved it even more the second time around lol the structure makes this poem stand out

[Livana Lowell]

Dear Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini",

This was refreshing I have to admit. I was charmed by the structure and organization of this poem. I do enjoy the strange places the imagination will take us and it is for that I continue writing on my own canvas.

I liked the line "unlike you" because it shows that everyone of us has our own canvas, our perception of our art. Like Amrita Sharma Pokharel said, those lines were my favorite as well. The artist sees much deeper, into great depths that surpass the superficial realm. Oh, wow, that may have been over dramatic. That's my opinion anyways. This was inspiring.

Thank you for sharing.

Sincerely Livana Lowell (LL)

God bless

[VelvetRosetta]

White calms the peace
Black is the devil..

I really enjoyed this.
Such a wonderful way to percieve art.

[Seshat Nidaba]

Your use of color, the page, format - you know what I mean! Is so impressive, I nearly lose sight of the words, okay okay I do, I did! haha!

That's my kind of canvas, paint away!

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Really lovely writing... I like whole wording... I like last two lines very musc. Keep it up.. God bless you!

[Jibey]

Clevery constructed piece - a kind of kaleidoscope of words and colours drifting down the page... like an Impressionist painting..

[Amila Jay]

Beautifully portrayed:)

[Birdman313]

nice work has a twist to it i enjoyed reading it