Innocence

BALLERINA - A REPLICA

oil on canvas. 

BALLERINA

Painting nearly after a decade.It gets difficult to hold the brush.My ballerina in water colour. Woke up around 1:00 a.m to paint this.

THE CRY

A blissful sadness clouds my head
And a numb freedom is what I dread.
I, here, am in a spontaneous trance
I, here, am waiting for my chance.
Is it I preaching myself ?
Is it I yelling for help ?
What have I to loose or gain,
Is it life, I disdain?
Agile thoughts grace my mind,
Forgotten glories I try to bind.
A blissful sadness clouds my soul,
Trembles up on an unknown knoll,
I, here, am covering my bane,
I, here, am in a continuous pain.
                   
                                                                     ©  Zinnia Mitra

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be,
What is it
We fail to see?

What is it we prune over?
A facet or a mere cover?
What is it we try to hide?
Is it the Evil desire we ride?
What is it that lures us all?
A false deceptive call.

To be or not to be,
What is it
We fail to see?

                           
                                   ©  Zinnia Mitra