The chains

 Woman is born free, and yet she's everywhere in chains.

And sometimes

I want to dissolve myself

To release the colours

So trapped inside

Since long...

Let those colours mix,

Like ripples of sea,

Creating dimensions unknown

Images....seen and unseen,

Eclectic and Maverick!!!!

Sometimes,

I want to dissolve myself,

Each bit and each inch,

And the chains,

Won't matter anymore.

The Painting

There is life in every moment. The highest moments make life, the lowest ones make us!

Sat down to paint the life,

Wanted it to be all light,

Filled the pallette with colours,

And the colours were all bright.

I painted the meadows, 

Painted the streams

Painted the rills, 

Birds and beams.

Painted the sunrise,

Rising high

And Painted the bluest

Of all the skies

Yet there was a stillness

Time stuck

An eerie silence

Searching for luck.

No peacocks dancing

And no rains

The dark black clouds

And lessons of pain

Missing were the roses

With their thorns,

And another day,

Them being reborn.

I looked at the pallette

Colours to flush

Spilled the black

And dipped my brush

Then remebered the lessons

Of the scars,

And painted the night

With its moon and stars...

© Aishwarya