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
