Canvas
Ever wondered what is it like
to be a blank canvas
to be unholy
to be unworthy
to be unwanted
and unexplored..
Ever wondered what is it like
to be at mercy,
of an artist
who is unwilling
to paint you around
to be his reason
of a creative dead-end.
Ever wondered what is it like
to be a writer's unfinished poem
to be the source of his chaos
his lack of inspiration
lack of will
or even the power to
uphold his expression...
Ever wondered what is it like
to be at the corner
of a centre stage
a big wide arena of conflict
where you are at the edge
of your sanity?!
Ever wondered what is it like
lose yourself
in an unexpected dilemma,
to give in a fight that was never yours,
to lose to someone you loved the most,
to fight prejudice and still get slaughtered
Ever wondered what is it like,
to actually sacrifice your only hope
for the hopes and expectations
of people who actually
inflicted so much pain,
that your heart would pop out
crying for solace.
Ever wondered what is it like
to be so helpless
in every situation,
and still be open,
welcoming to this artist,
who wants to paint things,
and follow his heart;
while you lay there,
moved/ unmoved
by the series of episodes
by the stories and lies
by the insensitive claims
by the accusing minds....
Ever wondered what is it like
to be a person who is dead inside,
tattered by the social norms
battered by your indifference.............
Tanzila
