Blowing Bubbles (2014-16)

Artist in me...

The colours his wings had before, began to lose

Pencils, paints, brushes and sketch book forget to amuse

Remember? When you paint your fingers, print them on wall

About now, it seems like the artistic tree began to fall

You are strumming your guitar weirdly, shouting "Come back, be here"

The colourful child is like left in the past, I want to go back...

I don't want to see the world monochrome, without you, I lack

He pressed the keys of keyboard, typed in an insane style

The soul wearing beret doesn't even respond, walks away, a mile

He used his words, he used the tunes, asking the art, come here, stay!

Letters were expressive so were the notes, boy with brush walks away

After getting dipped in black and white, he washed his face, heard a silent scream

Artist in me! I can't let you go! I can't leave you like a broken glass or unknown dream...

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