Life is a natural painting, Make it lively and stimulating. Use strokes of hope, Tone it with varied patience, Texture it with kindness, Brush it with confidence, Use exotic colours of love and care, Happiness and laughter. 23/3/2019
Three months later And I still find Your curly black hair In my brush In MY brush Because for some reason Three months later I can't be rid of you When I think I'm done When I think I'm over Clear Fresh Finally finished Thoughts of you Plague my mind Memories flood me Dreams arouse me And I am Overcome I am yours Once more In those thoughts Those memories Those dreams We're back To the way we were Happy Loving Wrapped in each other Until I open my eyes Shake my head And scream Scream at you At the way You ended things The dream ends And I remember I'm just cleaning A ******* hair brush
Glorious clouds You, who reign in the vast plains of the sky You, who hide us from the outside glance You are God's eternal brush for his canvas His mood and sentiments are dipicted upon your naked body