When you redraw a picture

When you want to paint a picture
Dip brush in to your colorful heart
Looking outside the world of colors
Where life itself is a beautiful canvas.

When you want to rub the picture
Take a rubber to wipe out all errors
You sketched with your heart
Looking outside the world of dreams.

When you want to redraw a new picture
Dip brush into your colorful heart
Looking outside the world of imagination.
Where life itself is a beautiful canvas.

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Reviews

[Manish Bhatt]

Free flowing verse. Reminds me of the book "Letters To A Young Poet" and Balkrishna Doshi's view that it's imagination invigorates the real world.

[Arundass TP]

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[Ken Simm.]

I think it is the optimism of this that gets me most. An extraordinary write mentioning my profession.

[Arundass TP]

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[Chris Shaw]

The heart is the source of art. Whether poetry, a painting or even a piece of music, if the heart is lacking it will be noticed. Thank you for sharing your poetry. I enjoyed your stanzas.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

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[M]

The heart, indeed, is the only palette we need to paint on our canvas or put words on a page. Without dipping into our hearts, our art would be meaningless. I like the reference to imagination. That is something that I find is overlooked in poetry.

[Arundass TP]

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[Matthew Kult]

Beautifully imaged. A wonderful read.

With love,

Matthew

[Arundass TP]

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[John the Baptist]

You correctly noted the source of creation. It's not the outer world; it's the heart.

[Arundass TP]

It's what I think. Hope it is. Thanks friend for reading.

[Kim S.]

This is a really beautiful write, enjoyed this

[Arundass TP]

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the heart, that is from where we truly write.
j.

[Arundass TP]

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[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Arundass TP, love this one,
I get so much insight,
i hear the words, "bless your heart,"
the canvas is empty, none to scheme, horrific, I endulge,
you live in the real world, but end in the surreal,
but the question is which one is of effort?
great write, Dear, :D ---Maynard

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[1809 Black Plague December]

you are most Welcome, Dearest, :D