C A N V A S E S A N D H U E S

Hard is it to describe what I see
Languages are all Greek to me
Artwork mine, seems peculiarly futile
Just metaphors, etched across the aisle

The white has grown colourful commotions
A wait to explore my wretched emotions
Blurting paint, my brush goes on
I get a glimpse of the dawning dawn

When dusk strikes, I dust away
The killer whale's jumping across the bay
The sun takes a sip from my wine
The cold sends a chill down my spine

Now I see the world inside out
My ashes fertilize a spiteful sprout
The rugged surface is chanting glory
My palette whispers my untold story

Waves tremble under the wrath of the weather
When birds of a feather, flock together
A change, murmur the pebbles underneath
The adamant neurons are fighting beneath

Ecstatic strokes give a lethal embrace
Nominal shades reveal a surreal disgrace
My spine begs for a meek support
My anarchic muscles choose not to vote

My beating heart is lost in a terrible state
The afflictions have discovered a terrific mate
Each curve directs me to a shattered home
Each mark leads to a demolished Rome

With escaping breaths, I immortalize my art
I hunt for an end, yet arrive at the start
Enduring the iniquity, I portray the blues
The fallen canvases, the native hues

©Vedant Sehgal