Blue Brush

She paints in blues
Azure , aqua and turquoise too.
One day an onlooker
Gave her red
She keep staring at the proposal
Should I use it ?
How would it look ?
Will it spoil ? 
or 
Will it look too good ?
She dipped the tip of her brush
In the crimson red
And ran the strokes right to left 
Twilling the canvas in utter joy.
The onlooker next day saw
And was dazed 
He gave her another bottle 
This time it was ochre yellow and 
haze gold.
She splashed the canvas in new  roles
It was a routine 
A new bottle everyday
The joy grew and grew 
The thrill too.
Fellow smiles
Were now long chuckles
Hearty conversations
She was happy again
He gave her a little chance
Until it was turn of black
But this time he didn't give her the black
She took it herself from the memory shelf
Standing infront of the lively art
She gushed the spills of the dark
Yes, its life I preferred only blues
Why crimson reds, ochre yellows, lush greens

It had been black and blue 
Now can't wait for another you
Turn it black again too.
She splashed the water
canvas melted 
It was now all bizarre
Ran the havoc inside out
No crimsons 
No yellows
No ochres 
Let it only be blues



                                                                                       -Sahiba

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