Daily life of an artist starts freshly
As that person sits in front of a white paper.
To that white, colors are filled.
A lot more from those.
Each and every color gives that paper a joy
Like that of a static object brought to life
As it feels like living forever.
The artist had his task done.
That paper seems to be cheerful
“Surely, this is going to be a nice one!”
As the artist expresses a loud, meaningful sigh
The art went appreciated by the people
In front of the people’s two eyes, it went
To the photograph inside phones, it went.
Its fame is temporary
And worth a while
Until the dawn come to its life
The colors on that paper starts to get dark
Death flags surrounded it.
Life to it has already ended
Being as empty as its start.
Such is life of a human
Infant days start with a cry shouting nothingness
Then that human grows to a bright kid
Creating bright colors
Red of bravery. Yellow of hopes.
Green of health. Blue of calmness.
Nothing was wrong
The human was loved by everyone.
Time was cruel to move too fast
Those days of innocence are gone
That kid is now almost an adult.
They are all changing
Deep, dark, sorrow.
Red; Anger. Yellow; Hopeless.
Green; Jealousy. Blue; Depressions.
Everything is wrong
Still, that adult lives silently.
Then come the days of dawn
They are all faded
As meaningless as the beginning
The human, cries silently waiting for death.
Life is really a journey
To find all this colors
That will make you treasure yourself
Even when there are times
That despair haunts you.
You decide your colors, you are the artist.