Posted on July 9, 2007 - by rdilipk1

The Picture I Paint

We come across lot of pretty faces in our life. But when we look through them we find that they are so ugly that it seems better to keep them inside your heart locked away from the world.

When the sun is half-set,
And the tides in the ocean are high,
When the sky is painted orange,
And the chariot of darkness begins to fly,
When the birds are flying back to their nests,
And the earth slides into the blanket of evening to rest,
I”ll paint a picture of you,
A picture of you, with no colors,
With no strokes and no brushes,
I”ll paint you without a canvas,
Without a shade and without a pencil,
You as beautiful as ever,
No wrinkles and no scars,
As bright as the moon and friendly as the stars,

I”ll paint you in my heart,
And lock it inside,
Lest someone peeps into it,
And finds you as scary and ugly as you are,
So, I”ll paint you in my heart,
And lock it inside,
The picture of you,
Without a wrinkle and without a scar.