I wanted to be a musician
Compose the Punk, the Goth and the Rock
And leave you mesmerized, all the times
But the strings, the chords and the beats
Refused to befriend me.

Then I wanted to be a painter
Bring myriads of hues on an empty canvas
And leave you bewitched, all the times
But the colors, the brushes, the strokes
Refused to befriend me.

So I decided to be a writer
And express my heart out
Everything...
Agonies, ambitions and aspirations
Fears, fantasies and fallacies
To create a symphony, this time with words
That appeals your mind & sinks into your soul
To paint caricatures, this time with words
That is a treat for the creative You

My writings have not won any laurels
But that does not mean it's all in vain.
If you can listen to this music
And relish these paintings,
I made with words
My job is done
I have become a musician and a painter too.