Quotes and poetry by shaileshra

Brush's feeling

Brush's feelings

A painter imagined a sketch
Of a beautiful damsel
Held me with heart to trace
His lively and fairy grace

I was dragged in the canvas
To put marks to her beauty
Moved round to draw a face
Then went to forehead

Dipped in the black colour
To make eyes with eyebrows
Some shape of arch and long
To make her proud and strong

Again he put me for a pose
I got a little friction for nose
Walked more, bearing red hue
Lip got their respect due

I never distracted my mind
To depict parts of any kind
But my heart got some vibration
While touched her lip's creation

Tresses were flying with me
Persuaded to complete beauty
Of her resplendent upper part
And be ready to progress the art

I found myself in the neck
With a promise to make
Her heavenly and great
Something sublime and fresh

Gathered some heap of flesh
To give her look of an empress
When I touched her heart
to shape her bosom part

Bewitched with chiselled belly
While I was brought to navel-alley
And further forwarded to waist
Thereafter to the hip to my passion test

Moved a little down near to thigh
My sensual feeling was so high
Since I touched her inner part
I forgot my existence and chart

But somehow I awakened myself
To save my life for artist's help
Made high my level of concentration
Never would I be in any attraction

So, fastly I gave her finish touch
Put anklet and bells in the feet
Finally, I watched her every bit
Then went to chick for pinky hue
And lastly I bid her adieu.

By shailesh----