there's no balance between the fine line you made me walk when you played me high as a kite, we were just yelling throwing shade and throwing dishes she used to catch feelings but now she's out there catching trains I know you bought me those heels but you can't ever get on my level my head in the clouds far above the smoke from this party there's no going back once you're in it that fine line I made you walk I played my cards now there's nothing left on the table
What a beautiful thing it is ! A Canvas that speaks a lot Wow ! an artist’s soul That try to speak a lot From the window of canvas To the doors of sky Till the depth of ocean In the romancing moonlight And spreading its vastness As the fragrance Of night blooms Until the sunrise Again from morning dews To chirping birds Snowy mountains To windy breeze A moving cloud And even from rain to rainbow All is possible With the tip of a brush Is a marvellous thing That depicts an artist’s heart
An art is a creation Of an artist Which is made In different colours With different paints And in different shades But all in one canvas Makes an effective painting Which can never die As an artist’s soul That is lightning forever As a magical lantern
Some paintings speaks a lot Like stories to us When it starts speaking The whole image depicts It’s originality As an original photo Of some place And that really can lost us Somewhere as in the canvas
Even eyes of a portrait Speaks a lot When we stare in that eyes It seems as the person is gazing As a living person is standing in front of us Which feels like a real photo And it really makes An unbelievable painting Which is like giving life To the non living thing Within the canvas By an artist Or like a flower bloomed In the hands of an artist
Canvas that speaks a lot Really shows true heart Of an artist’s creation A beautiful creation By ones own hands Mesmerise all of us With no time Like an original picture Taken with a camera Of high resolution Is something to adore With the hearts of love
Canvas that speaks a lot Is a graceful creation That makes us wonder Which is a miracle In hands of an artist That remains its effect For life time And that make An artist Different from others
Canvas that speaks a lot Is a creation of art When an artist starts To move his hand on canvas It starts to speak a lot From the sincerity of love To the beauty of a nature Sparkling eyes of a human And the depth of a sea All that beautiful creation Of Godly things Is once more painted With the help of an artist’s brush Is something that speaks For a lifetime With thousands of words In one image Is an exemplary Creation of humane In a canvas
Canvas that speaks a lot With voice of heart Beats in every hearts And in all eras
An artist is like a lantern That lightens other lights And a canvas is a mirror Of an artist’s soul That reflects the lights For lifetime Which was once lit By an artist With a great deal Who was owned By an eloquent soul.
Dedicated to my loving father who was an artist is no more with us. I personally lived and experienced the life of a canvas with hands of my father is something to adore more than in words. Memories and the paintings on canvas can never die as an artist’s soul.
I heard it again Pierced through my vein It made me a villain With the crime of in vain I thought it was unfair The voices in air Part of me shivered It got me veered Cold and vexed My soul untamed . I was misled By this evil eyes I have