Saturday, May 1, 2010

i want to paint


i want to paint this moment,

but can i paint it completely,

i can paint the chair,
i can paint the lady,

but how can i paint,
the feel of her heart,

peace of her mind,

smooth flow her breath,

deep silence of her eyes,
which reminds winter night,

a graceful smile on her lips,

which cannot be seen with eas,

and never be apart from, slight wetness of her eyes,
i think i should avoid the lady,

and i should avoid the chair,

if i cannot paint original,trying is unfair,
i will try to paint joy of tree,

as it met the breeze and felt so happy,

i am painting the branches, dancing around,

try and listen with your eyes happy songs and naughty sound.

9 comments:

  1. You already have Shabana - with your beautiful words happy Sunday

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  2. keep painting and keep writing :-) God Bless!!

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  3. Very beautiful indeed and I can feel you have already painted her within your own heart.

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  4. You have captured her, I could feel her in your writing.
    Have a great week,
    Sara

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  5. Lovely poem, wish you a happy week ahead.

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  6. Beautiful poetry. I love the way you write.
    Have an awesome day!
    Smiles:)

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  7. Aww Shabana.. It's nice! And I miss you and your writing so much.

    God bless you always,
    MYBUTTERYFLY

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  8. Your poem touched me, the verses pierced deeply into the heart/looked like pure vitality of a sip of a fresh air. Thank you the hot. You join art and life together into one great Wow!

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