On a lonely evening
Time came silent
on little cat feet
to the doorsteps of my artist studio .
With its three faces –past, present and future
Where eternity was written on every forehead
Time asked me politely
“May I come in?”
Engrossed in the act of painting
I simply nodded my head and said
Entering inside my studio
Time stood still in a corner .
Hesitantly I asked
with a fear of sounding like a creep
“ will you mind standing still for a while
To serve as a still-life subject for my canvas ? ”
Swaying both the hands of
Light and darkness
Time moved a little away
Throwing a silent enigmatic smile at me .
Mixing my colors on a brocken porcelain
I asked Time
To give me the emerald green of the fresh leaves.
As Time was busy in preparing flowers
for the fore coming spring
It gave me the brown shade
of the fallen leaves of the autumn.
My painting was half done and abandoned. But still
My painting keeps on growing
In the rags I use to wipe away the colors
From my brushes.