‘Snare drums..the world too here rolls,
a tryst of green in the waged battle of browns.’
I am a love, a painter’s troll,
Canvassed in hurt-gazes, years & dusts..
..A smile, a blood, a sunken trust!
Brushed & touched, wafted in a hazed lust,
The valued-a depict, labeled as mantle piece,
In hung world of mine-a child’s impudence,
A tale I lived, now weaved & as an amusement!
‘The Jezebel –a tidal stray sea,
of cradled boats & a survival tale’
Impression of once, captive forever..
The world I saw-the life I lost.
Realm of flaws in sights of buffoons..
My talks & snarls-colors & in it are maim,
Cared for as sloven, the painted requiem’
