Curious Painter

Golden tint over my
canvas ,
An artist is nothing besides
his madness ,
Wrote you a sonnet , wrote
you a poem wrote you
many stanzas ,
My words could never
do fair play for you ,
Aesthetically ,
World applauds my
art but for you I am
always curious painter.

The north star in my
constellation ,
The protagonist in my
every imagination ,
Sketch of your remnants
in my every adaptation ,
It’s your glimmering light
that makes void in my
pages spark ,
Your spilled colors you
think is messy it makes
my most admired art ,
There are countless pages
where I have stopped
writing further ,
Never putting fullstop
commas one after
another ,
In despair ,
many of us have that one
unsung tale ,
Yet I get tint of gold
whenever I dwell into
your details ,
Sometimes sharing
you to the world makes
me feel like a traitor ,
World stood admiring
you but I sat and wondered
like curious painter.

Tried drawing you with
words his silent lips those
unfathomable eyes ,
Made countless attempts
again and again had
rigorous practice ,
Saw the random words
deposited on paper
thought I could never
do him justice ,
I am miser painter
who chooses not
to use her favourite
color ,
I am negligent pianist
who only hits that one
note upright which she
as child discovered ,
Your possession on
my art I am running
from your ghost still
in your reflection on
my paper appeared
a little fainter ,
World will always
admire you closely
modestly you would
spot me in corner
occasionally looking
at you like bewitched
wondering like curious
painter.

Thank You for reading !