and what it does to me?
I may paint it dull and drab
Drained out and bleary I may look at the blank canvas
I may hurl and splatter colours in flaming fury
and revel in their haphazard flow
I may tear, rip and mangle the canvas
and scream loud in real wrench yanking my hair
But again
The easel petrifies me
magnifying in shape
your Absence
-- Santhosh Kumar Kana
(M)
