Shapes blurred

A painter stands in an empty corner
In a crowded quarters
The streets crisscross like
The tangled thoughts of
A crazy jealous
A man
A woman
A something in between
A confused
A confusion
A painter stands with a last painting tube
A half empty … thought
A broken brush
A casual encounter produces
A distorted image
The ageing painter looks through
The crowd … shapes blurred
A failure registers
Unrecognised
The shapes blurred in agony
In the painter’s mind painting
Shapeless thought
The radio announces
Thoughtcrimes are on the rise
Shapeless thought painted
On broken canvas whistles!

March 7, 2019

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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