• janhavicoolkarni 4w

    A drop of paint
    Falls on the blank canvas,
    Followed by persistent splatters.
    Vivid brush strokes
    Obliterate the white emptiness
    Full of misconstructed ecstasies.
    They etch not just colours,
    But myriad of emotions.
    Every shade, every colour,
    Every stroke and every texture
    Unravels an untold tale.
    Of shattered dreams, or
    Of a bittersweet reunion, or
    Of a new found love.
    And the canvas,
    Isn't so blank anymore.