Hurts , happinesses ,
griefs , joys
and so many emotions
that move in and out of us ,
and paint the blank canvasses
that we are ;
but for them ,
would there be
the thundering clouds
which make me
turn to you
involuntarily ,
would there be
the lightening
which helps me
see you dazzle
in the night ,
would there be
this painting which is
still defining itself
in rich colors
and gentle textures ?
akash
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