Potraying Myself

[aashishameya]

From the time,
When consciousness awakened inside me
I'm trying to portraying myself
Every dawn brings me
Colors of my dreams
Bright, having divine hue and tone
I paint my portrait through these
But as time passes away
Worldly events surround me
Though I want to fly
But unable to do so
My colors start loosing brightness
They are insipid and dull
With trembling rhythm, breaking strokes
With broken eyes, twisted lips
My face is still incomplete
Defeated, tiresome
All my efforts are razed.
Then night comes with silent pace
Stars whispered in my ears
Smooth, cold moon rays
Soothed my eyes
Sheltered hope rise again
The very next day
My eyes are again full of dreams
And I am ready for another battle.