Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The painted forms


Colored shapes fill in the canvas

As terrifying forms.

Drawn, all in mixed colors,

When ever tried to beautify them,

Devils kept on dripping down the brush.

Who makes the world weired

Hiding behind the colors?

Are colores the successsors or representatives

Of some terrible truth?

I kept the brush washed

To keep my life from getting colored.

Are human emotions green?

Is Nature green?

Is Nature's green also a guise?

Could easily detect empty emotions on the painted faces.

Let's not color the picture of Life.

On the canvass,invisible forms of voidness


It is always risky to seek the soul

That throws away the mask.

The risk of enjoyable emotions.