My Portrait-Painting

By Jonash Lepcha

PROMPT—The story I told myself ...

…a man,

readies with a fresh painting brush

on his hand,

in front of him sits a blank canvas

on a stand.

I am the painter with the brush,

and

my life sits as blank canvas.

Choosing the best colour I have

I put my best brush stroke.

Painting, in between I found

drawing became a joke.

Learnt, a colour does not have

the life that I've had around.

So,

ransacking the market of colours

found hundred bests.

Striking up, here and there

as life's bets, dents and bests,

missed and messed a few colours

but

my canvas was all about best life near.

Playing with colours,

I got lost in the painting,

found others many a times

but

recognizing myself only at times.

Found little moments making my day

big moments making my way

as

I continue brush stroke in the empty spaces

to find myself more and lost a lot of times.

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Jonash Lepcha likes to read novels, stories, and poetry, and has been an avid reader of the Journal of Expressive Writing. He is interested in writing when inspired by people, feeling, idea, and things. Jonash writes from Kathmandu, Nepal.