inspiration, poetry, Soulful

Surrealism- If I were a painting

Dreams are meant to be beautiful. The surreal world is a place of innumerable opportunities. Unleash each one of them in the most magical manner possible. The afternoon sky- white cottony clouds scattering the sunlight, make me wonder how about painting this in rainbow colors. What a magical way to express myself on the canvas of the sky.

The sky is my canvas

The Lines

If I were a painting,

Ill be this afternoon sunkissed sky,

A milky white base, 

Then a tinge of powder blue,

With a hue of aurora pink,

And a streak of sea moss green,

With splatters of fiery red,

Zesty orange and mid noon yellow,

A speck of sapphirine blue,

With a dotted night indigo,

A tint of forest brown,

And a deep undertone of monsoon grey,

Showing all the colors of me,

In varying intensity and shades,

Reflecting beautifully my persona,

And portraying deeply my emotions.

SURREALISM: SKY: PAINTING

poetry

Thunder

What do you feel when you see thunder? What thoughts arise when you hear that jolting sound? For me, it reflects my inner reality. I have expressed the same in the form of poetry.

The emotions inside me

The Lines

This thunder,
An exhibition of rage,
Of the charged up emotions.
This lightening,
Seems like splitting the sky,
In baffling aggression,
With a sharp-edged dagger,
Desperate to tear apart,
The deep pain inside,
It’s liberating.

There are unfamiliar expressions of agony,
A thunder which brightens up the sky,
Akin to a camera’s flash,
Reveals the force of inner turmoil,
A tempest of repressed emotions,
Tha burst in a jiffy,
It’s a kind of exculpation.

This flabbergasting sound,
Is a glaring warning,
Both the bolt and the jolt,
Which reverberate inside my physicality,
And awaken my consciousness,
Conjuring me from this diffidence,
It’s Innervating.

Nature is thy mirror,
It is the chord,
That connects thee,
To the deepest and the darkest fathoms,
Of this existential reality,
In bewildering ways,
It’s ephiphanous.

THUNDER: PAIN: REALITY