Introspecting the Self
Standing under the shower,
I came to a conclusion.
I’m not a bright sunny day,
But a hurricane of confusion.
I’m no perfect painting,
But a distorted vision.
A blurred background.
Almost there,
Almost.
So, today
I had a cleansing.
As each drop
Touched my lunar skin
I felt the colours
Fade away.
The colours
Of false expectations,
Tantrums,
Hatred,
Chagrin,
Despair,
Regret,
The colours of gloom.
I stood there,
Oblivious to all reality
As the water
Revealed the true painting.
As it removed all these shades,
It revealed nothing
But a blank canvas.
Look at me,
I’m no more a smudged painting
Or an epitome of a mess
I am the blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
By the colours of me,
My dreams,
My goals,
My zeal,
My ecstasy,
My success
And my tranquillity.
I am the blank canvas
And I hope
Oh, I hope
I make a masterpiece.
By:
Niharika Gautam