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