#drprernasingla
I am an artist of love
and I am painting
a canvas over a canvas,
A colour over a colour,
A vision over a vision
And a scenery over a scenery
Thinking...
That maybe someday
I paint a perfect picture
But every time I tried
A colour merged with another
A knife scrapped a brush stroke
A vision embedded in another
And the scenery lost its form
'Twasn't the one I had erased
Nor the one I had planned
Neither the hues of the past
Nor the ones coveted by tomorrows
But somewhere in the middle
A blend of all.
With the fragrance of fresh and old paint,
A scenery with the meadows in hues of the sea
A morning sky painted like a blue-black starry sky
And somewhere in between the leaching colours
Was my bleeding heart!
Somewhere between the layers
I was standing still in love.
(c) Dr. Prerna Singla.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Corpses adorn the war lands,
The music of freedom can be heard.
The air of the graveyards hymms the tune..
Freedom! Freedom! we sing...
(C) Dr. Prerna Singla.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC