Life is but a canvas of realisations,
Bitter, sweet- it teaches us a lot of lessons.
Is there a right or wrong way to paint one’s life?
What’s right for you is circumstantial for the other side.
How about we keep emotions apart?
How about we travel to that point of start?
A game for you but someone’s belief,
A victim of circumstances but how does one believe?
Endless efforts to paint the canvas green,
A shift, a drift kept sweeping off the canvas clean.
Those surreal moments of truth and affection,
Could they put together that canvas already broken?
Those hopes, beliefs and promises on the way,
Do they hold enough elixir to splatter colors on the canvas grey?
Truth, lies are all but smears,
Trifle efforts to splash some colors.
Stands there mocking at you, the situation,
The canvas exudes colors thus fainting into oblivion,
That grey canvas slowly embraces oblivion.