Canvas....

With the stroke of a brush,

I paint the canvas new,

I change the painting altogether

and not just its hue.

A new dimension, a new look,

an entirely new perception.

My canvas gets a feel of freshness,

And a picture emerges from the mess !

And just when my canvas gets ready for the mantle shelf,

Just when I see a reflection of myself,

A sudden stroke rubs off my canvas,

& all those colours I filled in so dearly, 

all those dimensions I could see so clearly,

All suddenly blur away....................

The sudden disturbance, shakes me , stirs me

And then I stand still............

I speak, I act, I dance, I sing,

But my reflection in the canvas just stands still............

New colours I seek to paint my canvas anew,

What can't be erased,

needs to be given a new hue !