colours speak...

The glitters faded away. We the “painters” ruined it. We ruined it.

The constant scrubbing of the black fizzled it. But then we drew a line with a white pastel only to find another layer of black.

But never the glitters.

 I would live if at least I found the blurred tinge of red somewhere, a touch of love. But no. It was long covered by the demon colours.

Never the red.

I lost the glittering heart. Tried to pour the VIBGYOR into it only to find that I had made it unrecognizable.

I lost myself in the splash of the colours. My story in the canvas remained untold. My desired colours remained lost. 

Reviews

[songstress]

this is oddly beautiful. I want to say it's romantic, but it's more sad. it's like forcing something mundane on something that's truly expressive and alive. great piece.