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THE MASTERPIECE
A tiny waft, a gentle breeze, I pray my own, when I am going,
Caressed your cheek and mine, Please hear my silent call,
But fate blew you far away from me. Just hold my soul and take from it,
All that is really yours.
Empty spaces between us, The memories, the sentiment,
Vibrant colours left to fill, The tender love and care,
A splash of passionate scarlet, None ever tried to understand
Soothing silver, sun kissed gold, What was it, that we shared?
A dash of blissful blue, a peaceful green.
Scatter them among the wild,
Your favourite LAVENDER, Among the flowers and dew,
Shades of grey, different hues, A gentle breeze will caress your cheek
Will you be my canvas? And bring me back to you.
My hand in yours,
Lets create a MASTERPIECE!

A gentle breeze, a hazy mist,

Just took you far away,

I searched in vain, my vision blurred,

Was it the mist or pain?

A naive fool, I tried to fill,

The shades all on my own,

My masterpiece would never be,

My lavender had gone!

A vacant look, a silent sigh,

I know what I have lost,

My palettes dropped, the brushes split,

Each stroke pierces my heart.
WING COMMANDER
My paints have lost their lustre,
SANDEEP SHARMA
I now have no desire,

The dying embers, the flying ash

My own, you are all that I could gather!