The world is still fast asleep, but she is already up. Ready with her pallette, brush and canvas. With her heart brimming with optimism and happiness, she lets her brush dance to a divine rhythm, working magic. Colours start appearing on the canvas, numerous shades of red, orange, yellow on a blue background. The picture appearing like a reflection of her overflowing joy.
Now she is not alone. She has the company of birds, chirping in appreciation of her beautiful painting. Flying from one tree to another, perching on different branches, they break the slumber of the trees. Beckoning them to let the energy flowing out of the canvas like an unending stream, seep in.
The picture is almost complete now, but she is waiting, for him. He, who will come riding his chariot, to deliver the final touch to the picture. Her eyes are fixed on the horizon, in an eternal gaze. How long will she have to wait?
Has he betrayed her?
No.
There he comes, spreading a brilliant red glow on the canvas, completing the masterpiece they have created together, for the world to enjoy and cherish forever.
6 comments:
whats all this got to do with the sun rising ?
It seems someone's falling..
@scarface: you are so predictable. try some new style.
@apoc: I couldn't have expected anything from a Lacuna Coil and Arabic Rock fan.
Abe ek compiler bhi laga deta, kam se kam tere is ANOKHE MASTERPIECE ko samjhne me aasani hoti....
Are you Ok?
P.S.: Read Arjun's Famous blog. He has some fodu stuff waiting to be read!
Best art arises when the artist is able to rise above nature though that is more an exception than the rule.
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