Two Abandoned Autumns

Come!

Let's paint the world 

With the tints of ink 

Placed on your worn out fingers

You have always used

Jars Of black ink

To embed your exhaustion

On the plain white paper

You cried and you wrote

And when life gave you moments 

To smile with full heart

I saw on that white paper 

A red colored figure.

I couldn't figure out always,

Whether it's a heart 

Or a smile?

But now,

All you have is,

Two jars of inks!

Red one and a Black

But you have lost the map 

that was leading you,

to treasures of words,

So think of something else,

Think of another art! 

Think of painting the world.

This colorful canvas of nature

Is awaiting a painter,

Like you!

Who paints the untold feelings 

And Unresolved emotions 

And Dreams inside the cage

And tears trapped behind the eye

And happiness taking its last breathes 

And dying brags of victorious heart! 

So she picked up her luggage 

And went into woods 

To paint already painted nature,

But she chose to paint her heart first,

While sitting in nature 

She let the red paint 

Pour on the paper! 

She continued,

Until jar was empty!

Caption, 'My bleeding heart'

But did you see the tint of black?

On those red strokes? 

They were the aches of heart!

But there was something else too 

A letter,which read as,

' I am autumn 

So I choose to die in Autumn

Giving a joy to shutterbug 

To capture two autumns together 

A bleeding black autumn 

And a rusted abandoned autumn'

She was lying on golden leaves 

While the tip of her index finger 

Was bleeding black 

Her finger was still bleeding words

unread words,

that could be felt only

Not on the plain white paper 

But this time on Golden sheet

Spread around! 

Now you see,

A wordsmith

Who wrote the same pain

in different pattern 

Chose to die differently.

Because, Art

In any form

Hits the hearts!