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It was an idle evening And I was sitting in the lap of Past Resting my head on her chest As she slightly moved her hands through my hair. I told her about....when I painted With colours and brushes....a colourful world of mine When canvas and sheets were drenched with bright colours Bright colours like red, yellow, green, orange and so on. But now...I can't even recognize them They are lost in some dusty drawers Somewhere I can't even remember Now I live in a world of black and white White pages drenched with black ink... Did I lose my bright colours? Or am I just homing in this black and white world of mine?
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
From canvas to white pages....from paint brushes to black pens
It was an idle evening And I was sitting in the lap of Past Resting my head on her chest As she slightly moved her hands through my hair. I told her about....when I painted With colours and brushes....a colourful world of mine When canvas and sheets were drenched with bright colours Bright colours like red, yellow, green, orange and so on. But now...I can't even recognize them They are lost in some dusty drawers Somewhere I can't even remember Now I live in a world of black and white White pages drenched with black ink... Did I lose my bright colours? Or am I just homing in this black and white world of mine?
From canvas to white pages....from paint brushes to black pens There was a time when I used to draw and paint all day...but now I just write...I have completley forgotten how to use these brushes and paints...It's just I miss that time. Now it's just me and Poetry♥
#canvas#paints#diaries#blackink
Surkhab
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Surkhab
21/F/Panjab
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
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