If Only You Knew Battle Rap
You shout from the roof top
Nobody listens, you don’t stop.
You say you’ll make a name
With loud voice you proclaim
You’ve colors in your eye
We all know it’s white lie.
You say you’re a born artist
Such a creature don’t exist.
Look at me, see my track
In time don’t go much back
I’ve worked hard
Flowered many buds, many buds
What the artist in me
Wanted long to see.
At sunrise and sunset
To the horizon I went
I’ve brought colors from sky
In my mind, not on the eye.
My paintings are of unique kind
For these are slices of my mind.
Slices of my mind
You’ll surely find
Looking at my painting
As an art, not a thing.
You shout from the roof top
Nobody listens, you don’t stop.
You say your brush has Monet touch
The trees are cluster of broken branch
Water of the planar pond is opaque
You can’t even make a good fake.
You say you’ve Picasso vision
Surrealism drips in your creation
I see the shapeless faces of cubes
As deformed figures of color tubes.
Look at me, see on my canvas
The touch of my brush, my brush
I’ve captured nature in pristine form
It’s passion where it comes from.
I’ve crafted the contours of emotion
On the fluid faces of this generation.
My portraits are epitome of art
For these are slices of my heart.
Slices of my heart
You’ll see if you start
Looking at my painting
As an art, not a thing.
Slices of my mind are for you
Slices of my heart are for you
For you, yeah, for you
If only you knew
Yeah, if only you knew….
June 7, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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