Colors, verses and faces excited my veins,
I picked up a brush that sat in a box alone,
Desperate to create that would lift my spirits,
A deity I painted on wall of a town temple.
In a trance the priest looked,ceased rituals,
How my mind smiled, each breath blushed,
Amazed at my feat and heaven in the eyes,
Like a king I roamed as conquered the world !
Wanted to spread my wings as eagles in sky,
Dreamed of rainbows that dazzled the earth,
How the world was in awe and stared me a lot,
As colors cheered me, so words fondled me.
I loved to gaze every smile, relish all laughs,
Like the currency, owned the verses in mind,
Colors were my breath, my life was words,
That was my path and that was destination.
Every moment I thought of poems and paint,
That was my dream and that was only vision,
One moment crushed and smashed the glass,
How harsh words hit hard, cowed the passion.
My father thought I strayed in wild of words,
A maniac colors made me, painted me dark,
He aspired to spot me an engineer or doctor,
Who're held in esteem, handsome they earn.
The knowledge of words and color is low,
To tarry there long will be a disaster in life,
He made me throng the corridors of health,
Was glad when doctor,called people his son.
One man saw the summit he loved for a son,
One man ousted from home he yearned for,
One man was proud to roam among friends,
One man was deprived to wander in dreams!
I carry with me two guys in one existence !
One sits in a clinic, scribbles the procedures,
But the other longs to come out of the shell,
How long will I be able to stop the real me !
To wriggle out hard and show splendor,
How an insect sheds off its wilted frame !
I too want to break free leaving my cage !
And live my life again that I forgot to live !