The whiteness drowns me in a blinding light
the colours have dried up
The shades have stopped mesmerising me
My mind wavering and restless like wind
destroys every idea ...
The sunrises and sets without informing me
I fail to capture the hues..
The artist in me has shrunken
It starves for pain
The anger and frustration scares the hands
The canvas is blank
the colours are dried up
The brushes are worn out...
I wait for moment when the time is favourable
I let dreams carry me
I hope to reach the pinnacle
I hope to express through a medium
I wish..I hope..I wait
I lay quiet ..
I let silence speak...
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