POETIC PLAY STUDIO

Priyanshi shah

Artistic love

On a cloudy sky,
Tress began dancing,
Leaves began falling,
And she jumped feeling alive.
Catching him laughing and playing with street children,
Hold her eyes and heart.
As the journey started,
She used to write about him,
In poems.
She used to drew him,
In paintings.
Sharp and colorful.
She used to converse with him
In her mind.
She used to laugh with him,
In glimpses.
She used to be kind with him,
In his unkindness.
She used to be supportive of him
In his avoidance.
She used to be calm with him,
In his anger.
She used to reflect him in colors,
In black and white.
She used to portray him in strokes,
In light and dark.
And she felt like watching the sunset,
All beautiful things always end.
And she sketched again,
Elegant hues of her journey,
Captured in art,
A little small moments,
As the artist never forgets.

28 responses to “Artistic love”

  12. I am extremely grateful for your multiple “likes” on my blog. ❤ I would much though have preferred if you had actually read at least a single post. Most readers seem to engage in a pointless numbers game w/ the goal of accumulating "likes". Why escapes me. I write in the hope of conveying my thoughts and ideas. I assume you do the same, especially as you are a poet.

    Wishing you much success w/ your blog,

    A.

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  13. Please, forgive me. I did not intend my comment to come across as so harsh. This happens to be a pet peeve of mine. Every writer, I suppose, longs for an audience. I truly enjoy your writing. It is remarkable that you should be pursuing architecture, as well. I hope you plan to share some of your designs w/ us. Again, my apologies.

    Wishing you every happiness,
    A. ❤

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