Winter was on my doorsteps
And rainfall was on its way for summer holidays
Me...waiting to be occupied with work again
Thinking about the future for which I am uncertain
It was a blank canvas waiting to be painted
And I know in this field I’m just a naïve
But then I realized that
Who am I?
Well…I am an artist at living,
We all are…
My work of art is my life
I’ve painted so many paintings in my past
Some were bright, colorful, beautiful
Some were as dark as moonless night
Some were only the sketches with no colors in it
And some…well, I just left them blank
Now I realize my mistakes
I carefully try to elude the past
But hell…there is no escape
Face It!!!…u have to make a master piece some day.
So I pray…I pray to Lord to give me strength
I pray to Lord who is within me
Within the temple of my mind
I prayed…my hands reached to the bells of the temple
And suddenly there was the sound of bells all around
First slowly, then loudly…louder…
…Noisy…Harsh…
As if deafening my ears…..
I woke up in shock
Realized that it was a knocking at door
Coming back to my senses I opened it
No one’s there…nothing..
Then I heard a faint whisper
I turned around
No one’s there..
It was the sound of breeze
Imforming about the arrival of winter
I sat back at my place
Collected my journey of thoughts
And once again started to paint the canvas..
Jyoti Arora
