Spilled colours speak

by MeeraMayaa

The spilled colours
With a broken paint brush,
Nothing was working towards the outcome I pictured in my mind,

Left the work midway
overnight I was thinking should I continue or just burn it to cinders.

What I only did was,
Keep staring at the spilled colors

They started,
They were speaking to me and showing me an outcome that was hidden years back in the bottom of my heart,

Took the pen,
And the pen spoke the outline
as I finished,

It smiled and I smiled too


Image courtesy: Steve Johnson_Unsplash


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