Life: A Canvas

There’s an empty canvas in front of me,

But no picture my eyes can forsee,

All colors of life I do hold,

But not a single one can unfold,

All that lies deep within,

My dreams, my stories, unheard, unseen.

That canvas looms like a huge shadow,

And future seems but a deserted meadow.

I pick up the brush and suddenly a flash,

From my childhood days, I see and i splash,

A sprinkle of pink and bubbly blue,

And then my school days blink a clue,

And out comes a slush of yellow and green,

Of innocent adolescence and big big dreams.

That friendship’s hue- of sunlight on dew.

A sprinkle of golden for life’s autumn.

A tiny dot of violet on red,

A symbol of the dark times, the tears shed.

Light lavender-a shade of beauty.

That time in life when all was crazy.

A sparkle of silver for all those years

When clouds of gloom shadowed hopes with fears.

A pretty line of cyan with shades of turquoise

For those majestic dreams of a life of choice.

A tiny swish of sparkle on brown,

For youth-all ages’ crown.

And suddenly I saw my canvas alive,

With an amazing picture of my life.

So what if life today is bleak?

My memories forever, of my happiness shall speak.