Staring on my easel
I gently stroked on the canvas
from my very soul
the color of hope
it lack vibrancy, carries only dimness
so much hopelessness!
hope fading!
afraid it might fade away in fullness
anticipatingly,
I approached for the color of faith,
it was there with all its radiance
spreading smoothingly vital on the canvas
further adding the colors of agony and pain
appearing vital but vain
there was a desperate want of life!
I approached for the color of life
oh! i was running short of it!
despite of my wit,
I am so short of it!
there is absolute nothingness
so much lifelessness
Despite of such nothingness and lifelessness
I compassionately looked,
looked onto my incomplete painting of love!
Despite of such emptiness
my unfinished creature is so dear to me! its my love!
here it gives me the inkling, what I have been to you!
where You were looking onto me
more compassionately
You claim that you love me more than my sins
much more than my kins
with all emptiness and thirst
I look up to You
waiting for Your final stroke
and ultimately I will be blessed...
Love the honesty and originality of this inspirational write, so deep and real with the hope and faith of our Creator to finish with the final stroke!
Thank you :) Glad that you liked my poems. I would suggest you to read my poem dreaming too
I like your ideas in this poem, your passionate expression, but you need to add details, and detailed descriptions of sight, sound, touch, smell so that readers better understand your emotions. Dennis
A soothing poem with free flow of ideas. You nailed it with this masterpiece.10++
..You claim that you love me more than my sins much more than my kins with all emptiness and thirst I look up to You waiting for Your final stroke and ultimately I will be blessed.. God loves us more than our sins.......... that is our hope and saves us from falling into absolute nothingness feelings............ thank you dear poetess.. this is great poem. tony
amazing..! i love how you described the despair n then the way our faith saves us from falling into total abyss
The color of my faith, was there with all its radiance spreading smoothingly vital on the canvas Compassionately i looked at my incomplete painting Now i wait for Your final stroke of love! I love your claim of loving me more than my sins. Beautiful and lovely expressions. Philiosophy, faith, hope, love all are there expressed in your lovely poem. Thank you dear poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh! i was running short of it! despite of my wit, I am so short of it! Beautiful lines with pretty rhymes, this poem is a master piece of divine love, and if it is the first poem of the poetess, it is a magic heading towards a miracle.