In this poem, the canvas is like a window to the artist’s feelings, showing a heartfelt self-portrait.

Each brushstroke tells a story of memories, scars, and dreams. Let us see the emotional struggle between fragility and strength on this powerful artistic journey.

I Paint My Dream

I paint my dream of a portrait,

My canvas stares, a silent mate.

Soul unveiled, exposed, untamed,

Years etched, foundations named.

Thoughts sail, memories maimed.

I paint my dream of a portrait,

Brick wall looms, a shadow’s weight,

Frozen horizon, stark and bare,

Fireflies wink, like a divine affair,

As dawn cools, brush dances in air.

I paint my dream of a portrait,

Each stroke a whisper, secrets kept,

Illusions scorched, emotions scarred,

Erased on canvas, memories marred,

A fierce embrace, my guard unbarred.

I paint my dream of a portrait,

Beneath the vast sky so cold,

Tropical rage beneath the skin,

Aqua hues on flesh unfold,

A tide of longing, pulling in.

I paint my dream of a portrait,

Brushstrokes sing, thoughts dance,

Flaws and hopes entwined by chance.

This portrait bears the weight of youth,

With scars heal, where laughter grows.

I paint my dream of a portrait,

Deep in my heart, a fire burns,

Yearning for a sunrise, a day to churn.

Brushstroke speaks, spirit glare

Beauty blooms, defying all fear.

        (Vijay Verma)

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