The art’s charm…

 

The faint streak of a lost painting
Dwells in the canvas with hope
Though only the streak remains
The whole art lives some how

The last dots of the signature
The faint smell of the colors mixed
The last splash of the artist vexed
Have declined to almost nothing

The room is empty
The canvas is calm
No clue of the artist
Fades the art’s charm

Gazing and gazing
Questioned and puzzled
I moved from the mirror
In search of my self

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Light fills through…

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Spilled coins settled down
Pounced back the silence
The stare nailed at infinity
Slipped through the snare

Frozen stars failed to blink
Returning the fiery gaze
Struck in the smoke of the soul
Heat died at the gloomy haze

The gloom I smeared at infinity
Settled fuming the froth
Pain and pain withered away
Crackled down all the sloth

Hope slit all the gloom
Light fills through the soul
Silence, at once turned into peace
The stare became sweet from sour

There I believe, the beloved smiles
There I believe, the beloved smiles
There I believe, the beloved smiles

Mashook Rahman
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