The Sanity of His Dreams

By Sanjita Banerjee

As his brush touched the canvas,

The dark blue sky covered with stars shone in his eyes.

The painting that longed for his touches,

Finally turning into the sanity of his dreams.

All he knew was the movement of waves,

As his wrist inculcated its movements.

He fell in love with nature's imagination,

Soon the canvas was covered with colourful truth,

Finally turning into the sanity of his dreams.

His paintings took him far.. far away from nature,

Under the largest steeple and in the city of love he found his love,

His canvas bloomed with roses,

Finally turning into the sanity of his dreams.

Those roses soon turned black driving him into darkness,

His once love left his life's canvas, because of his nemesis.

Soon his canvas turned to pale from brightness,

He witnessed once his rose in another man's arm.

He roamed in the streets, once again to admire nature's imagination,

He painted his canvas the rainbow's colours,

Finally turning into the sanity of his dreams.

Once he found a maiden's appearance reflecting his canvas,

The beauty oblivious in the field of orchids,

Every day's meet was his escape.

And he realized the love was never in the city but in its heart.

When she was in his arms, he realized his dreams finally turning into the sanity of his dreams.

By Sanjita Banerjee