My heart's a canvas
And I, an artist
Creating numerous paintings on feelings
With the colors of my emotions...
...
Glimmering lights- shimmering ones-
Embedded in the dashing black
Fill my views as I watch
The darkness darkening after dusk.
...
I set out for the holy temple.
Climbing those endless steps, I reached Your abode.
Reaching there, I looked all around me to search for You.
I saw thousands of people,
...
I am a teen and often have many indescribable emotions. A momentary angst regarding nothing, day-dreaming a midst beautiful sensations everyday, and so on. For me it's amazing-this mystery in everyday.Away from the complexities of this world, there exists another world-of dreams, wishes hopes and feelings. These words i write are just an ode to that beautiful world.)
My Heart
My heart's a canvas
And I, an artist
Creating numerous paintings on feelings
With the colors of my emotions...
And I am but an optimist of an artist
With an equally optimistic brush called hope
And so, I paint rosy pictures of life
With the only grim paints I possess...
My heart is painted with woeful happiness
Each hue presents my varied feelings.
Though its looks cheery and hopeful
The paint is just an allusion; a mask
Hiding the plain white sheet beneath
Hiding this pain dwelling underneath...