The blank canvas...

I looked at the palette
whipped the brush in air
opened the bottle of paint
and dipped my finger there
the smooth texture of the color
had a feeling of homecoming
the white canvas in question
was perfection in waiting
dabbing colors primary
letting the symbiosis show
the palette ran shy
looking at the paints
on the canvas go by
fervently the fingers moved
a dash of orange
splash of yellow
streaks of red
touch of glitter...

the blank canvas now embraced
sunshine of hope
sunshine of love
sunshine in lasting eternity!


Vinod said…
Life IS a blank canvas afterall, the shades in them are the colors you choose to paint on oneself from time to time...isnt it?!

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