I thought they were perfect.
Strokes of happiness.
Tales of love forever.
Never to be picked up again.
My artist was gone…
I never knew, where.
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….
Comments
incompleteness...
Somber eyes
Or unsketched face.
And it's
Both.
He loves me/ He loves me not !
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My artist was gone…
Winces the very soul.!
loved this piece! :))
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...
urs..hemu.
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
Thanks dear !
Yes,the soul winces.
Thanks dear !
Thanks a lot!
Yes,it is.
Thanks for the compliment :)
Thank you !
That's how a viewer feels...think about the picture...
Thanks !
Thanks !!!
A new artist, a new painting.
Unfortunately a painting can have only one artist.
:D
Thanks dear !!
the definition beauty of italian painter carlotti would have certainly qualified for this unfinished painting...
looking forward to more of such posts...
Thanks dude !