The Painter Boy
You watch him fiddling with his brushes. Concentrating hard. He wants to get all on his canvas. And yet when he finshes, he knows there is more to be done.
You watch him from a distance. Wondering how he can give the words to the music in your head. Does he get into your head sometimes? Just to see how it works. How you work?
You see him painting with the colours of the sunflowers. You love sunflowers. And you wonder if in a conversation, you had ever told him that?
You wonder if it is you he is trying to take a likeness of. You wonder if these sunflowers are for you. He can sometimes leave you confused.
Your symphonies need his words. You wonder if he knows it.
His eclectic rhapsodies. You need them. To make your music into songs.
You sit with your veena, as he toys with his brush.
You sing as he paints.
You wonder as he creates.
You love as he lusts.
Your symphonies. Ah. they might only remain music without words…
- Neha
Tags: psychedelic, music, smphonies, love, romance, lust
K. says:
damn the title is misleading.
November 26th, 2005 at 11:21 pm
Neha says:
Well thats the point honey
December 1st, 2005 at 05:30 pm
K. says:
hmm I’m getting old day by day.
December 1st, 2005 at 07:52 pm
chetna says:
gud one..keep it up
December 2nd, 2005 at 08:12 am
Georgie says:
Is she seeing invisible people??? ‘A beautiful mind’ kinda thing!!???
December 2nd, 2005 at 02:09 pm
Neha says:
huh? whatever gave you that idea????
December 2nd, 2005 at 07:08 pm
Ajay says:
frankly speaking.. just cudn’t get what u actually want to express… apologies…
December 3rd, 2005 at 03:01 pm
Sarika says:
why not painter babu why painter boy
May 18th, 2006 at 11:34 pm