The Negative Space
We dwelt happily like a masterpiece.
Painted our artwork with every colour on lease.
Managed that finishing
touch..
A wrong splatter of colour?
None such.
Those landscapes right from our dreams
Imprinted onto the paper
gleamed...
They say art is an artist's view to the world...
Here it was more a communication between us..
The details were appealing
Until the smudges started revealing.
Was it the painting?
Or the artist?
The doubts lay reeling.
The art was indeed a masterpiece
Piece by piece appealing to the world and the artist both..
Those smudges weren't in the mainframe
It was all in the Negative space.
Between those frivolous strokes
Those mindless colour sprays....
Yet now they were all that materred.
The artists never made out......
You can never efface
The Negative Space!
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Negative Space
PoetryA small effort to express my falling apart relationship. I wrote it to my 'special' one a few days before. Just tried to let out our conditions and state. Sometimes we feel disappointed and yet a flicker of hope amidst that gloom points only toward...
