On the pale yellow space,
black creatures come to life,
clinging to each other like innocent kids on the playground...
they play the games of
life and death..
smile and tears..
hope and dishonesty..
The ink of the soul gives them the power of getting carved forever...
The life has turned silent...
nobody speaks, no sign language...
only one medium of conversation --
the black creatures on the pale yellow space....!!!
2 comments:
dude!!! i didnt understand any thing. this is way beyond my league......... please write a bit subtle form of it so that i can understand.
lucky.
I always liked abstract paintings... But I always wondered how to decode them in words...
I think you have done it... Congrats!
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