A life soaked in colors / Anthony Mathew

A life soaked in colors by  Anthony Mathew

Dreams of painting life with a thousand colors

Crashed to the ground, like a bird with burned wings

While looking at my images, I brushed with true colors

Seems funny and unworthy for others.



Art of this world is what I have forgotten to learn

To make portraits in a single-minded mould

Where a palette comprises seldom choices

And colors are often mixed with tears.



Now my hands are tired to brush the dusk of my life

My bright-colored portrait seems red, and smells blood

As a painter at heart, all I know is to paint

And the only color which left to paint is my blood.