Rude revelations

Rude revelations

A Poem by Sindu

Paint pricked my fingers 
Red sheds into other hues 
Enthrall and swim together 
Messy scrawls ensue 

Busied palms smudge the colors 
Racing against my beating pulse 
Past these chaos and hoarded rules 
Mind slips towards a radiant null

Coaxed and coerced by the paint 
My layers scatter among greys and blues 
Lips break into a smile, bit faint 
Eyes emote overwhelmed with this prelude 

Subdued messages finally shout 
Silently to be heard and pray 
Crystal tears join the drought
nuanced images come to play

© 2015 Sindu


Author's Note

Sindu
Thanks a ton, Beth aka KWP for taking this apart and turning my gears to attack this little thing more viciously and make it a bit more alluring.

P.S: Imagine yourself at every personal reference rather than the author..

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This is like actually being the painting as it takes form

Posted 9 Years Ago


My pal Beth leaded me here and I am glad she did, truly enjoyed the read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Love the rhythm, the imaging is also very very vivid. Nice one.

Posted 9 Years Ago


An intriguing write, very well written, well done

Posted 9 Years Ago


beautiful, the picture is a sweet collaboration of colors and emotions. A vey nice write! It really makes me want to paint which i do miserably lol

Posted 9 Years Ago


this poem is very well written,,,intrigued well done dear

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

Thank you for checking this out :)
i really like this poem :)it felt like i could see the painting :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

Thank you. Hope you liked the aftermath of what you saw :)
I love that first line!
Well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

Thank you :)
was like following a wall's mural of images...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

What did you see?
Chris

9 Years Ago

Ahhhhhhh... but THAT would be telling - now wouldn't it? Chuckling here.

Forms and f.. read more
Sindu

9 Years Ago

Haha.. Gotta share.
Very much. Especially if you stand at a corner and see the visuals mergi.. read more
I also paint and instead of fingers I imagined the paint flow mixing with a brush and forming a pattern. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

Paint is paint. However the image is drawn, it breathes life into it. Thanks for checking it out :)
Valentine

9 Years Ago

Yes, I agree.

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Added on March 23, 2015
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