It Started With a Blank Canvas

How endearing the innocence of life was, When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas, Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth, Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms, Flaunting vigor of adorable, zealous charm. Life ran into hurdles as it learned to walk, Stumbled, yet got up, after every fall, Giggled and babbled, learning to talk; And from gibberish, as cogent words formed, How flawless, pure, beginning of life was! Soon, as it donned unique shape and form, Colors adorned fabric of once empty canvas, In brushstrokes of inspiration and resolve, Enlisting hope, amidst despairs of loss, And beams of light upon tenebrous clouds. On ambitions it thrived, braving passionately, Yet, encountered unbearable abyss of grief As doubt and dismay churned in defeats And failures sprouted within complacency, Deviating from path of purposeful deeds. From inner peace, as wisdom vibes chimed, Life freed from mundane, agitation of strife, Triumphant when dreams and reality rhymed, Questing for tranquility in eternity of time, Retouching feats-unfinished on canvas of life.