10 August 2014


The striking strokes of
Your paintings
Which you never painted
Keep calling me
To the worlds of
My unwritten poems

Oh my sky…
I could not read
The colours now
I could not paint
The words now
I feel so incomplete
Without your art..

Why are you so numb
Can’t you hear
The chords of my poems
Which are the paintings
Of your heart


1 comment:

Asha Joglekar said...

Beautiful his colors and your words and the unwritten poem