I am a painter, my words are my colours..
My pen is my brush, my lines are my strokes and
Your heart is my canvas..
Whenever I take my brush, I paint the world...
But, when I want to portray you, my love..
My colours deny, my brush refuses to try..
My strokes scorn and I don’t know why..
I try to find reason and this is how I got the reply..
Colours said, we don’t have the grace to express the beauty of your love..
Who is gorgeous like universe, attractive like unending sky..
Brush quoted, “We can’t hit the strokes which can frame the elegance of the one,
Who has eyes like spy”..
When I looked at strokes, they get by and spoke..
Sorry master we can’t walk on canvas, please don’t invoke.
