CANVAS
Youth was ours…
The canvas of our life
Awaiting to unfold
We dipped our brushes
Into pools of dreams
Each stroke bold,
Without inhibition
A thrill that teetered
Often on a precipice
Ready to plunge us
To our fall…
They bristled and swayed
Dancing in colors
Daring and challenging
A masterpiece in the making
Splashes of our love
Vibrant…
And one day
You walked away…
The crimson curdled in pain
Hues of orange and yellow
Smudged and faded away
Greens, mauves, blues,
Smeared into a muddy brown
Of abandonment
Our palette dried,
Cracked and turned cold
As realization seeped into every
Line and crevice
Your dreams were never mine…
I moved on to other kaleidoscopes
Attempting at brightness
A tinge here
A blob there
Black darkness
Often threatening
Grey overcast
Overwhelming…
My masterwork remained illusive
And flitted like the butterfly
Never within my grasp
Decades rolled…
My life cluttered
With incomplete stories
Of various shades…
When a day came
You walked into my frame
Picking your brush
That lay dead and inert
Wasted and aged,
Bringing it back to life…
Each line steady
And poised…
Thoughtful and sensitive
Gently stroking the dead contours…
Coaxing and caressing
The shy and hesitant colors
As they emerge once again
Luscious and alive…
We strive once more
Another endeavor
Another attempt…
Distant and yet one
Meeting and parting
Dreams of yesteryears
A distant throb…
You now have your own shades
And hues
As I have mine
And yet we meet
Time and again
To paint our work of art
With its painful twists and
Meanderings ….
A different masterpiece
Traces of the old
And yet new…
A beginning of an end
