Colored Dream....



..with a brush in hand and colors on palette, 
..the canvas I look to with a scintillating dreamlike view right there..
..i know am going to make it through this time,
..to capture each of its detail and savor it forever,
..keeping it close to me wherever I go...
I wish to make it the perfect one, to look at it and just be in the moment when I was actually there...

I picked up the brush the mild and bright colors each stroke perfectly drawn, each angle laid as it’s there..
..the colors of the sky, the pinks of the flowers, the green shrubs, the gushing river..
..i created it all like a Picasso’s soul...

..the fragrances around, the breeze and the droplets I wished to capture more....
...i took my camera and walked ahead to capture it more...
...i plucked the leaves as a souvenir of this hour..
..a tiny plant to be grown in my garden...
..away from the tranquility, where my abode is...
..away there were a few farmers I met and made friends..
...the little children who all shouted my name..

...i was back, the colors were dried- the freshness was intact
...i acknowledged it with a smile...
..i lay under the sun, looking above the cottony clouds..
...i was safe with nature..
..and content inside..
..i loved being lost into anonymity...
...detached, disowned I was free on this earth...

..feeble fears still deciphered sometime...
..a deep inner voice that told its all okay...

..suddenly it rained and washed off the colors of the canvas...
..it was an imperishable loss...
..and all I did was - with misty eyes, laughed it off . . . . .

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