THE PORTRAIT


 
My thoughts in vacuum
I cannot form a cloud…
Empty,plain,artless
My thoughts become
When the muse vanishes
In a hazy cloud….
 
 I try to create and recreate
yet fail everytime
the one in which you transformed
luminescent and transclucent
I search in folds of time…
 
pastels ,brush, a canvas,
I hold in hand
trying to sketch the gorgeous
the eyes of your glance…
 
In my verse ,I endeavour
to create the magic in air,
struggling hard through the vacuum
finding right shades for your hair…
dipped in earthy colours,
I evaluate and experiment,
finally a mystic tint
dyes the art piece in crimson pink.
 
originates a masterpiece
I am awestruck
Its you ,the  muse,
Who’s portrait has emerged
with celestial beauty n angelic eyes,
 manifests  on the canvas ,the divine in delight!



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