Painted Emotions
Sun was up and everybody was tired after the day’s break but my mind was hazed with expressions of art. I stood up and I picked up a paper and a pencil and gave my thoughts an image that I wanted to transform and sketch but it was blur and not colorful and I was thinking that maybe this is a face of a man from my past, one I know who has cemented his soul in my mind.
I don’t know if he was my dad who reminded me of his books and experiences and maybe it is the fear that he has engraved in my mind.
On other thoughts, maybe it’s my mom who reminds me every moment of eating at time and reminds me of clocks, food cause it’s the connection of womb, soul and another life but same.
Maybe this face is of my sisters who depend on arguments with me all the time and this face arrived cause of a fight with them in the past.
Maybe it’s the face of my friend who is stamped in my heart because of affection and a bond that only god can exceed.
Maybe this face is of my teacher; my guru who is still shivering my bones cause of incomplete homework and the fear has entitled me of being stable.
Maybe it’s the face of some girl for whom my love has no boundaries. Maybe it’s the face of my enemy who reminds me of the hurt I passed on. But in all of this, there is something that moulds my thoughts, my art, my vision and above all, my mind. But time wasn’t on my side so I could give this image a body and a sound. This face wants to remind me of something that those people I left behind in my past are reminding me of, that I’m theirs and in them there is someone that reminds me that those who I couldn’t remember gave my thoughts and visions a feeling of their own and connected me with them.
I understood that this visionary imagination was not merely art and a conceivable face but were real people and real feelings that can only be felt by living with people carrying hope, happiness and love.
This face is in my mind and will always remain there as it is, cause this face was a path to past and a memory that has been carved in my mind cause of my heart and it’s vision has grown compassion in me for poetry.
Maybe art is something that will stay a mere dilemma in this life cause contentment that I have shared and I shall share with people will never die until I’m gone.
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