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(19th may 1990 / owo, ondo state)

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The Soul Painter

Through my window pane
I see now the sun rays

as my painting board stands adjacent to the window
I thought I could go down to the mall and check a paint-roll

The crowd that i witness now down-town, a complete irony to my room
I stand looking for a colourful hue, I have no clue which to choose

In my moment of thought, he stood there beside me in gray cotton
dressed up for the winter, he introduced himself as Mr. Walton

steping forward, he pointed a gray colour bottle to me
and said that the colour is perfect for me, for my dark thoughts are real

But I want a bright colour for my painting to be attractive
deep within, I know I feel nothing bright from all perspective

I picked a blue anyway, said my goodbye to Mr. Walton as I moved towards the exit
As I pushed the door, there Mr. Walton was again behind me distinct

He said the gray bottle will stay on the shelf for me as I return
I forced myself out of thought on all he as said and went out the door

Turning the drawing sheets over, I started to paint
the more I apply the blue colour, it seem to me like a stain
unwanted to the drawing, my interest began to faint

I picked my painting bag and dashed-off into the street
I could smell now a fresh coffee, vanilla and mint

I entered the mall again, and my head got itself spinning
only the gray bottle was left on the shelf sitting

I moved closer to pick it, behind it I found a letter
addressed to me, saying only welcome back, my eyes grew larger

As I got home again, I placed the bottle on my drawing table
Flipped a page and started painting, my fingers yet unstable

In an instance, a sense of belonging overwhelmed my feelings
as the gray hue made me remember my past not yet ending

I said to myself, blue might be perfect for my wedding
even as this gray does fit me more perfectly now that am dying.

Submitted: Saturday, November 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013


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  • Ramesh Rai (10/18/2013 3:55:00 AM)

    lovely write with a beautiful story.

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  • Ramesh Rai (10/18/2013 3:55:00 AM)

    lovely write with a beautiful story.

  • Shihabudheen K J (9/23/2013 3:34:00 AM)

    fabulous imagination power yewande

  • Kelvin Owusu (9/20/2013 9:10:00 PM)

    a wonderful story, this paints a picture with each line read, great write

  • Payal Parande (11/28/2012 11:04:00 AM)

    when i started to read it.it was like i am listening to a story a fairy-tell, different yet breathtaking story...i can think of words to express my feeling my reactions toward this piece it is incredible the thought the color the picture you drawn for the readers it is just incredible i am really proud to say that you are my friend mam...................

    thank you for sharing this wonderful piece
    love
    payal

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