Its lying there, hidden somewhere in the vast space,
The tattered painting with the faded face;
The one, painted with intense emotions,
The hinted care, the expected notions.
Gone were the days, when I was a-lone,
Quietly shrieking, unbeknown;
Sad? Cynic? Hater or a maniac?
People assumed and smiled back.
Desolate days and vacant nights,
Drowning blacks and fading sights;
Met her during those cold days,
When solitude had filled up the empty space.
I began to use primaries, which had dried log ago,
The blacks and the whites were pushed far below;
She had no clue, for how intense my feelings were,
She lived in one, I, in a world far from her.
The only solace was the place, where we first met,
Where I usually went carrying my canvas and my boxed set.
I pictured her from the time,
when she sat and gazed at the trees in line.
Those deep searching eyes and the hint of a smile,
The flickering gaze beyond, while sitting on the isle.
The falling of the leaves, the simple, deep talks,
The chill of the winter, the icy blocks of rocks.
***
Before I knew, it was complete,
The moments were perfect, but the painting looked obsolete.
It was months after the day came,
Months of longing, for I just had memories and her name.
The day, it came when I would meet her again,
The day when we'll again meet, outside the memory lane.
I thought of telling her how I felt,
but I couldn't let my thoughts melt.
When we met, words ditched the sentiments and embraced triviality,
I wasn't ready to lose the dreams and face reality.
Then something came up; a love much more intense than mine,
I was in denial, a romantic, a dreamer, but all wasn't fine.
The next day, I come to the same place,
And leave the painting between the rocks;
I see a lone parrot, who looks, fixes his gaze.
It toots. Oh, he toots! The way he mocks!
***
Weeks pass and a girl sits on the ledge,
Her pondering eyes flickering through the hedge;
Out of curiosity, she gets down the place.
Walks up to the rock with a fixed gaze.
She pulls up the painting, and exclaims in surprise,
The real ones meet the painted eyes.
The trees stand still, the waters calm, the place so quiet...
Suddenly a parrot toots, whistling with all his might.
The tattered painting with the faded face;
The one, painted with intense emotions,
The hinted care, the expected notions.
Gone were the days, when I was a-lone,
Quietly shrieking, unbeknown;
Sad? Cynic? Hater or a maniac?
People assumed and smiled back.
Desolate days and vacant nights,
Drowning blacks and fading sights;
Met her during those cold days,
When solitude had filled up the empty space.
I began to use primaries, which had dried log ago,
The blacks and the whites were pushed far below;
She had no clue, for how intense my feelings were,
She lived in one, I, in a world far from her.
The only solace was the place, where we first met,
Where I usually went carrying my canvas and my boxed set.
I pictured her from the time,
when she sat and gazed at the trees in line.
Those deep searching eyes and the hint of a smile,
The flickering gaze beyond, while sitting on the isle.
The falling of the leaves, the simple, deep talks,
The chill of the winter, the icy blocks of rocks.
***
Before I knew, it was complete,
The moments were perfect, but the painting looked obsolete.
It was months after the day came,
Months of longing, for I just had memories and her name.
The day, it came when I would meet her again,
The day when we'll again meet, outside the memory lane.
I thought of telling her how I felt,
but I couldn't let my thoughts melt.
When we met, words ditched the sentiments and embraced triviality,
I wasn't ready to lose the dreams and face reality.
Then something came up; a love much more intense than mine,
I was in denial, a romantic, a dreamer, but all wasn't fine.
The next day, I come to the same place,
And leave the painting between the rocks;
I see a lone parrot, who looks, fixes his gaze.
It toots. Oh, he toots! The way he mocks!
***
Weeks pass and a girl sits on the ledge,
Her pondering eyes flickering through the hedge;
Out of curiosity, she gets down the place.
Walks up to the rock with a fixed gaze.
She pulls up the painting, and exclaims in surprise,
The real ones meet the painted eyes.
The trees stand still, the waters calm, the place so quiet...
Suddenly a parrot toots, whistling with all his might.
