Doesn’t this look like a card ?
Even though the edges of an unused canvas have the remains of my last paintings,
I can’t stop staring at these tiny bits,
that make me sigh in contentment.
When I see them ,
even the tiniest drop of colour,
ignites my spirit,
sets ablaze my being,
it’s like sometimes
I just can’t control,
urge to paint something,
If nature had no colour,
would it still refuel you and me ?
if my edges won’t have the remains,
would I still fall in love with my work ?
if you have no scars,
would you still have a story
worth feeling proud about?
if you stack away the remains,
would you still manage to live
without doubts ? .
things, set us free,
things that go unnoticed,
things that we fail to observe,
those tiny simple things
that when chosen
make the most perfect choices,
those tiny details
that make a difference.
Live… acknowledge.. the tiny details.. stay happy… be at peace..