Tuesday, 28 May 2019

Paint

I paint with paint born out of stars
and glitters born out of stardust.
Tenderness for colors conceive paintings,
and devoutness, colors.

A zillion combination of tones,
desert me in an enchanted daze.
A thousand tactics to paint,
but blotches and blots, I embrace.

In dispassion for the ultimate,
I see them turn into gleaming clusters.
The gleam renders me to embrace-
abandonment in abundance!

I paint not what you see.             
I know not what you or I see either.
My abandoned paintbrushes merely wander,
to give birth to my whimsical universe.

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