Indranil Bhaduri

Rookie - 239 Points (Kolkata, India)

A Painter's Dream - Poem by Indranil Bhaduri

It was midnight as I painted
The voluptuous figure of a long-haired woman,
Calmly lying on her death-bed with closed eyes,
Trying to remember her days of lost love,
With a cute smile on her face.
My coloured brush was sweeping on the canvas
As I heard an unknown tune of music,
Trying to speak to me in the hours of melancholy.
I questioned myself with a loud scream,
Seeking to know the painting's story,
Vigorously trying to reach the yellowish pages
Of the undefined epic that was in the making!
My search was in vain
‘Cause the answers never arrived,
As I splashed the colours
Like a lunatic soul, sinking in the days of anarchy!
Suddenly I heard the screech of an unknown bird,
Blurting out in agony,
Making me come to a standstill.
And then, I viewed in my dream canvas,
The real face of the dumb lass
Struggling in hard times to hold me tight,
Trying to embrace me once again
In her future birth,
Taking a silent oath to be together,
And thereby leaving a lonesome soul
During the grim hours of darkness
In this crooked world.

Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 20, 2012

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