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
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