At times the hope disappears,
On a shiny bright day…
With a little warmth left,
To be felt barefoot on the floor under mat….
Finding it hard to express,
The feelings just take over you….
Drown in a sudden rush of Why Me?
The world seems meaningless for a moment,
Or two…or till the time,
Something else steals your attention…
Painting is that stroke of distraction,
That accompanies my pen,
When life’s problems overpower me,
They stand by me…
My pen and my brush!