Creative Nuisance

Musings From My Soul


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Barren canvas hung on the easel
Craving a touch from the brush
Dipped in rugged tones and lush hues
Tainted by a dab of crimson red.

And a touch the brush awaits
The gentle stroke from the master
The sensuous dip in the bottle of hues
The carnal dance of ecstasy

Wrapped in his own thoughts
Chained to his dreams
The master ignorant
Throttled by racks of time.

And untouched the hues lie
As the master smears the brush
With a dint of black frantically etching
Shadows on the canvas free.

Can you look out of the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
Can you look back into the blazing lights
Without burning your eyes blind?

Written by Abhishek

August 14, 2011 at 1:25 PM

Posted in Poem, Works of Art

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  1. Wonderful imagery in the poem…loved the photo too.


    August 15, 2011 at 1:24 AM

  2. The last stanza was a killer… and the personification of the painting and its components was really masterfully done… Bravo!!
    Glad to be back here, reading your awesomeness once again, Abhishek… keep ’em poems coming!!


    August 18, 2011 at 12:26 AM

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