Saturday, May 16, 2009

painted...

it could have been a farce.
the painting was never made
it was never a portrait ,the one which the whole world
might have recognized,
but , then  u left some shades,
of you in my canvas,
my life my beats my rhythm ,
my heart.soul.life.

1 comment:

JAGADISH SOMAN said...

friends thsi is a reflection of a wrecked shrecko....you really dont want anybody to understand it right??..irony of life is that most of time when one wants to be farce and he eventually make oneself scarce from life...