Canvas That Refused To Paint! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

Many poems were soaked with tears
They were dried and beautifully spread for presentation.
Words were picked from the depth of my heart
Written by my pen filled with my blood
Which were bleeding on being wounded
The pains were not my imagination
But were the real flow from depth of my heart.
Today the blood got dried
And made it heartless like stone.
My heart forgot the words of love
My pen refused to write
My canvass made fun of me...
Teasingly said
Are you going to write a poem on love?
If you want to write on love
First feel it, so
I ran behind the butterflies, flowers, rivers, clouds, rains, trees and seasons.
To catch the glimpse of lovely nature
There is nothing so loveable than the nature has gifted us
There is nothing more loveable that the life we are gifted with
To enjoy each moments of life and nature.
Without which I was mere nothing.
To feel love I need a heart
To feel heart I need a life
To feel life I need a soul.

Finally I imagined and painted pictures of love.
Now my canvas is filled with colours of love.

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© 2014.

Geetha Jayakumar.