I’d rather write a thousand words
And have you draw that one picture
On the canvas of your mind
You know that familiar scalloped shape
Tapering to a point
Colour it a crimson
Let the paint run
Bleed, as they say
A vivid wound
No, don’t dab it dry
Don’t brush it away
You never did then
Dip your brush once more in the palette
Broad strokes in the background
Subdued pastels, darker swishes
A myriad colours
Your moods, your whims, your fancies
Now take the finest nib
And add all the pinpricks
I felt all those years
The deep red dribble, the highlight
As it drips colour
My tears that never dried
Now frame the portrait
And carry it with you wherever you go
Like I do my pain
Pinned as it is, and on display
On the walls of my heart
Paint your heart like what you feel, but don’t forget to erase the vain things, just select a color from the most beautiful taste.
is this a random? it’s called WOW.
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I very much enjoyed the imagery you use in this one. The mind and the heart in many ways are like canvases. Great analogy and symbolism. Keep up the great creative work.
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Thank you, John. I appreciate your comments!
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Holy crap this is a potent piece of poetry.
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Thank you, January! You might also like Sheet of Pain or Thus It Broke, which are similar poems. Sometimes, it’s sorrow which brings out the most emotions in our writing.
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Wah! As they say when listening to Urdu Shayris. The pain, the pathos, the painting you have created with vivid words is moving. Happened to read this after reading your Insomniac Alphabet and it beautifully brings out the range you explore.
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Thank you, Aseem!
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Oh man, Seems like you and I have the same knack for writing..Every words of yours resonates with me and reminds me of similar things I’ve written but not shared here 🙂
Loving your work Kunal 🙂
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Oh sure, there’s stuff in my archives I haven’t posted as yet, too! You’re being kind, Zee, bahut bahut shukriya!
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It was my pleasure Kunal ! 🙂
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Painful and beautiful.
All of this suffering moves us to words. To try and reduce it. We are not alone.
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Thank, BJ! For reading & appreciating!
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You’re welcome.
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Reblogged this on random rants ruminations ramblings and commented:
Paint my love
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Wow….that felt painful. Which I am so sure was your intention. Very well written Kunal
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Pain is a driver of creativity, don’t you think?
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Indeed.
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Not quite wearing you heart on your sleeve, but perhaps your wall. Ah, how we bear our souls (and hearts) when we express ourselves.
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😄
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Reblogged this on Chevvy's Studio and commented:
Having just written on a similar theme, this poem is all the more the masterpiece from my blogger friend Kunal. Please check out his great and versatile writing:-)
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Hey, thank you, Chev!
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Only my pleasure!
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Much appreciated! 😀
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I found this utterly sensual and extremely arousing.
Your words touch me somehow. Decadent. ❤
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Thanks!
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Wow… deep pain, cut open and said, K. And the pic goes so well with the words. 👍
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YThanks, V! Ploughing through some older ones as I write newer ones 😊
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Always wonderful to read out of your treasure chest, Kunal! 😊
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You’re being kind, my friend. Thanks, again!
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Mean it, my friend! The intensity of emotions is never constant, the words which get written in those very intense moments are always deep and meaningful.
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