Master Painter

With colours on his palette,

He attempts to strike the perfect blend,

With canvas so small,

He tries to embellish life with zest.

With hands that flow in grace,

He brews hues of emotions with accomplishment,

With bristles so confused,

He recreates adventures every spilt second.

With michief guiding his fingers,

He etches countless dead ends,

With heart of love and kindness,

He smudges the tangled knots.

With skilled artwork marking his presence,

He showcases forth a white light,

With sorrows built in darkness,

He chalks the bridge of happiness.

With the thread to our lives in his hand,

He is the master painter,

With striking balance to perfection,

He is hailed in every breath.

-- Sunita Iyer

An Open Window

As I seek in aimless wanderment,
Reflections of a pure soul captures me,
Adoration radiates with every glimpse,
For, I see an open window,
For, I see his eyes.

With child-like exuberance,
I lose my way in the corridor of allurement,
My mind looks no beyond,
For, I see an open window,
For, I see his eyes.

Mystery makes its way in my thoughts,
The nature battles to know his whereabouts,
I search his berth in my heart,
For, I see an open window,
For, I see his eyes.

As sorrows entice every breath of life,
In quest of smiles I amble,
My tears refuse to flow anymore,
For, I see an open window,
For, I see his eyes.

-- Sunita Iyer