Published On: January 17, 2019 12:25 PM NPT By: Sonam Lama



Perhaps I preferred canvas to my face,

Perhaps the smooth texture

Well-blended in the prints of my fingers,

Like it did on the rough paper sheets

The lightening of the colorful hues perhaps

Enthralled my unlimited vision

Rather defining my less than half-an-inch eye lid

Perhaps colors meant to unveil the liveliness,

Not to conceal the imperfect blemishes

It perhaps counted on the canvas,

To restore its faded hues

Brushing away the blues!

But not to encircle the line of your lip

If only colors were blended,

To resurrect the artistry of life

Like the shade under the halo,

The dark circles would have regaled your eyes

Like the rainbow coloring the sky

Or stars humming a lullaby,

Perhaps colors meant to transcend eons

Reining the mortal human layer

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