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AN UNFINISHED PAINTING

I thought they were perfect.

Strokes of happiness.

Tales of love forever.



But I was wrong….

They were half-done

When the brush slipped.



Never to be picked up again.

My artist was gone…

I never knew, where.



I wish I weren’t

An unfinished painting ,

A toy in the hands of a mortal….
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Priya Joyce said…
so much of pain...
incompleteness...
August 24, 2010 at 10:09 AM
Tulika said…
What shall I call it?
Somber eyes
Or unsketched face.

And it's
Both.

He loves me/ He loves me not !

-----

My artist was gone…

Winces the very soul.!
August 24, 2010 at 10:46 AM
Rià said…
Loved the way u have personified an unfinished painting. Pain at its zenith!
August 24, 2010 at 10:51 AM
Pooja said…
so beautifully written!

loved this piece! :))
August 24, 2010 at 3:26 PM
Thousif Raza said…
its beautiful... expresses as it should... :) loved it :)
August 24, 2010 at 3:39 PM
Bikram said…
Sad... it is sad when things dont reach there goal or destination Really SAD
August 24, 2010 at 5:32 PM
Angels Never Lie said…
wonderful poem...u hav beautifully described da pain hidden in it
August 25, 2010 at 6:52 PM
Aditi..............:) said…
so touching! its so hard to pen down on somthing so intense, but you ahve done it magnificiently!
August 26, 2010 at 6:31 PM
As the Mind Meanders said…
An Unfinished Painting
With its rough edges and dark secrets
Is so much more beautiful
Than a complete picture
That leaves little to imagination

You write well mate... keep at it...
August 27, 2010 at 1:23 PM
darshan said…
amazing and beautiful man...!!!very well written.!!
August 27, 2010 at 7:17 PM
Hemanth Potluri said…
lot of pain in the words sis..but beautifully framed..

urs..hemu.
August 28, 2010 at 7:42 AM
Randeep said…
Dont worry. You'll get a better artist and he will resume it. :) Tc
August 29, 2010 at 11:41 AM
joie de vivre said…
kyu??
kyu??
kyu??kyu??
aise sad sad kyu likh rahi hai..i am not liking it..show me up some smile..a big one..like this :D
August 30, 2010 at 8:09 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
Thanks dear !
August 30, 2010 at 10:49 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,

Yes,the soul winces.
August 30, 2010 at 10:50 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
Thanks dear !
August 30, 2010 at 10:50 PM
Anwesa said…
@Pooja,
Thanks a lot!
August 30, 2010 at 10:51 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
Yes,it is.
August 30, 2010 at 10:52 PM
Anwesa said…
@Life unleashed,
Thanks for the compliment :)
August 30, 2010 at 10:52 PM
Anwesa said…
@Aditi,
Thank you !
August 30, 2010 at 10:53 PM
Anwesa said…
@As the mind meanders,
That's how a viewer feels...think about the picture...
August 30, 2010 at 10:53 PM
Anwesa said…
@Darshan,
Thanks !
August 30, 2010 at 10:54 PM
Anwesa said…
@Randeep,
A new artist, a new painting.
Unfortunately a painting can have only one artist.
August 30, 2010 at 10:56 PM
Anwesa said…
@The Peripatetic Nomad,
Thanks dear !!
August 31, 2010 at 6:25 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
an unfinished painting... a toy in the hands of a mortal...

the definition beauty of italian painter carlotti would have certainly qualified for this unfinished painting...

looking forward to more of such posts...
September 5, 2010 at 11:21 AM
Anwesa said…
@Redemption......,

Thanks dude !
September 6, 2010 at 8:52 PM
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