The Day I Found Myself Dead
It's about an artist, who took his art so close to his heart, that it all ended up everything falling apart.
Living had never been just a habit
I had been enjoying it, every piece n bit
Each new day, it spread a canvas before me
With thousand colors around, it asked me - what you want to be!
Golden or silver, I never worried about the canvas frame
With my heart in every cell, I couldn't put it on sale!
As life kept breathing, I sketched along
People around me appraised, few set me wrong
I saw around me, thousand walls with painted thoughts
Each one different, reminding me of lessons taught
Indulged in self, walls of thoughts raised so high
No one around, neither the horizon, nor the sky
The place that I lived every inch, was suddenly dark in red
Buried under 'ME' and my canvas, I found myself dead!
I had been enjoying it, every piece n bit
Each new day, it spread a canvas before me
With thousand colors around, it asked me - what you want to be!
Golden or silver, I never worried about the canvas frame
With my heart in every cell, I couldn't put it on sale!
As life kept breathing, I sketched along
People around me appraised, few set me wrong
I saw around me, thousand walls with painted thoughts
Each one different, reminding me of lessons taught
Indulged in self, walls of thoughts raised so high
No one around, neither the horizon, nor the sky
The place that I lived every inch, was suddenly dark in red
Buried under 'ME' and my canvas, I found myself dead!
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