01
When given a paper for me to stare,
It's quite a dilemma.
To paint or to write on it?
What could be my agenda?
02
Will the colours paint what I see?
Will the painting be a story?
Will the words do justice to my heart?
Will they maintain its glory?
03
With a pen and brush along both the sides
Out of which I have one to choose.
It's scary how the either way,
A part of me I lose.
04
So, the paper lays on the table
As if there is nowhere it has to be.
All the words and hues of my mind that day,
No one ever gets to see.