Paint Brush and a Few Moments

A trip down memory lane. In front of a windowpane, my paint brushes search for a landscaped vista... a frame to capture for a lifetime or more unskilled hand scribbles scenery mixing with dreams colours get new shades Fragrance of some wild flowers got mixed with these aberrant colours - would be preserved for long. Even after a few decades the fragrance still exist. I can smell it closing my eyes, with a deep breath. winter may snatch leaves making stems bare - wait for spring and blooming flowers A few coloured stains still remain... like bruises on my skin - fading with time, leaving mementos of the stints. My blood stained hands are searching fugitive dreams. Now, I can smell gun powder only. whistling gust searches love among the falling leaves - lost humanity