Flying sprays of wispy white
Kiss gently the brown tanned trunk;
Dull eyes,
An extinguishing smile
a painted sky;
Stroke upon stroke
On an empty canvas;
A single leaf,
Sometimes saves a dying life
Loveless, the misery ends,
Taking with itself
That final smile.
A final fall,
On a blanket white
A whirlwind of tears
Followed by a smile
A triumphant laugh,
Of death that strikes
When a painted life,
Torn, blows by
© Geetakshi Arora
July 15, 2013
curious blend of death n life, misery n joy! baby, i like it! ;)
ReplyDeleteInspired by Lootera..but of course, it isn't all about that, now, is it? :)
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