I once touched a picture,
It spoke to me in a thousand different ways.
I saw the incredible paint and the delicate brushes,
Take over my senses and giving me adrenaline rushes.
I stood there placidly,
Noticing the work vividly,
I tried to understand what it conveyed.
Whether the painter wanted to express a lot of happiness like the sunshine during winter season,
Or was it a metaphor for the darkness within mankind itself?
They say flowers are a way of telling everyone how beautiful life can be,
They say even blind people like me can touch the petals and try to see.
They say the aroma of the sunflower is one of a kind,
And those are the times I wish I could see what was there Infront of my eyes.
But then again, aren’t most of us blind? Even after having what I don’t have?
© the black curse
Artwork by NILAKSHI SARKAR