A Poet Paints Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

I am a Poet - nay-
A Painter of emotions
with my eyes I paint thee
In a natural hue
Painting as it is,
with imperfections
and blemishes true
I just dip brush
In colors sundry
And first pure sweep
blurring the edges unclean
Painting baleful turquoise,
in mauve and claret,
Blending the lilac and ocher
with the cerulean moon.
Comes optimistic silvery dawn,
purple tells the bruise
smudging black white to gray
the colors of my palette.
I wish to paint you
As a delicate bird
with soft fluffy feathers
creating melody of a violin
To sing thy solitary tune
In painting of my poetry
It depicts not just my mind
But unveils your mind
which is carnation and white.
Let me paint your heart
in glowing cranberry
with a true blue shade
creating cloud and the rain above;
to erase all remorse
and all your regret
Let me make my eyes
and hearttrue
with a dash of courage too