An Empty Canvas

Sitting alone in a Darkened Corner,
I gazed @ an Empty Canvas that spilled;
Intuition from my Heart
I wanted to fill the colors of my Life,
but couldn't explain the Path.
Commanded to Solution,
After contemplating a span of my Past,
I experienced the damned Life;
and came to know the Reality -
There is nothing more than just
Blank as an Empty Canvas...

Suddenly I grew up with a thought about
The Existence that this Canvas had and that
A person can sketch anything on it -
never thinking about what that Canvas Wants.
Does it want to contemplate as they Want?
No, nobody Cares for that;
The only thing they Care about,
is their Own Fake Emotions.

I started feeling downhearted
for the poor Empty Canvas -
as poor as me.
Just with distinction that;
Poor Canvas can't verbalize which I can do,
but remain incapable to vocalize Emotions...

And so with Empty Determination,
My Life stays as Blank
as this Empty Canvas.

---KHUSHI