Canvas

Canvas short poem

The sky,

My canvas on which I paint

The colors of my life

Using strokes of the clouds

Dipped in the palette of wind…

Do i wish for the stars?

Or the moon?

Or is it just the plain simple sky…

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Disha Bafna

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A passionate interior and lifestyle product designer ,nurturing unconventional, ideas and projects, my tryst with writing began as a teenager and with every major chapter in life , my rendezvous with poetry got more profound. Poetry keeps me going , faith being the primary base of most of my poems. A person who strongly believes that every miracle realized and every moment well spent , makes life all the more alive. My poems are for those who want to just sit back and relish on the varied slices of life, one slice at a time... Love Disha
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An empty Canvas, a writer’s words and Lo! we have ourselves a work of art. Nice Disha!

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Oil On Canvas

Oil On Canvas short poem

The dead moon’s framed portrait Hung from the prussian blue sky, Staring downwards into the Lighted lonely city – With a well practiced air Of indifference. The pond with green waters And a cemented bank, Where local kids wash their