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