
Missing colours
October 24, 2018
On some days
Life’s brush strokes leave
A kaleidoscope of colour.
And yet there is
That uncoloured space
Which keeps me awake at night.
On some days
I feel
Thrown out
Of your masterpiece.
On others,
I feel you move away
From the splatter of my colours.
Either way —
Life is an unfinished painting.
Anshu, 23 Oct 2016
(Featured picture: Portrait of a Lady, en face (unfinished), by Gustav Klimt, 1917)
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