Treasure Island

Indranil Bhaduri

(Kolkata, India)

A Painter's Dream

It was midnight as I painted
The voluptuous figure of a long-haired woman,
Calmly lying on her death-bed with closed eyes,
Trying to remember her days of lost love,
With a cute smile on her face.
My coloured brush was sweeping on the canvas
As I heard an unknown tune of music,
Trying to speak to me in the hours of melancholy.
I questioned myself with a loud scream,
Seeking to know the painting's story,
Vigorously trying to reach the yellowish pages
Of the undefined epic that was in the making!
My search was in vain
‘Cause the answers never arrived,
As I splashed the colours
Like a lunatic soul, sinking in the days of anarchy!
Suddenly I heard the screech of an unknown bird,
Blurting out in agony,
Making me come to a standstill.
And then, I viewed in my dream canvas,
The real face of the dumb lass
Struggling in hard times to hold me tight,
Trying to embrace me once again
In her future birth,
Taking a silent oath to be together,
And thereby leaving a lonesome soul
During the grim hours of darkness
In this crooked world.

Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri

Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 20, 2012

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  • V P Mahur (3/13/2014 8:52:00 AM)

    Dear Indrani,
    Your poem is full of sorrowful note
    deep agony is appearing like a movie.
    Great effort.

    I invite you to read my poems and tell something about them.

    You can Try this one:

    'Spring Tells'
    The clear sunny spring
    Is now approaching
    Leaving behind
    The severity of
    The shivering cold sting
    The leaves and flowers
    Are appearing
    With a sweet smiling
    Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/25/2013 2:56:00 PM)

    Painting a picture of a woman lying on her death bed must have been
    a very eerie task to do. I cant imagine this being an easy for at all for the painter.
    It takes a very artistic person to carefully transfer brush strokes to canvas in a setting
    like this. Was this someone an object of his affection? Very thought provoking. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/9/2013 2:57:00 AM)

    How sad she is bidding goodbye, leaving a lonesome soul behind! Poignant in theme and rendition! (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (1/7/2013 11:45:00 PM)

    Nice poem but the subject matter was unrealistic in any walk of life and am I missing something for the subject is new to me on the death bed... unless it was a bad dream...regards | (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (1/7/2013 11:43:00 PM)

    Nice poem but the subject matter was unrealistic in any walk of life and am I missing something for the subject is new to me on the death bed...unless it was a bad dream...regards | (Report) Reply

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