pOEm

He paints only her face
Somewhat capturing her aura on canvas
Her tones, her blues, her eyes
An artist rapt withal
Shimmering hues of captivity
A woman lost in fatigue
A subtle listlessness
An utter denial of self
He saw all that
But colours fail to do due justice
So much left undone
Sometimes answers bear questions
What is this surge?
He paints in vain
But reflecting
He realizes
She is moving upon a ceaseless pursuit
A spirit held captive
How can mere colour express the curbed inflections?
Yet he strives on
And paints only her face
Upon canvas after canvas
Streams of fatality
Streaks of captivity
Hoping for illusions to bear solutions
A woman steeped in illusionary death
Craving for unknown joy
The factor dividing life and death
How can he capture this horizon
He strives on and on
Till the day
She paints his life with her love!!!!!!

a poem by my phuppo: Irum Afshan Qureshi