An empty canvas is to be embellished with vivid and vibrant colours
A sharp, dark pencil sketches the artist's story.
He draws his brush when those thoughts and emotions smother
his heart and soul, as he mixes the colours in his palette of memories.

Lines and curves of time and space stretch throughout his canvas
He becomes a story teller in the most extraordinary way.
He paints incessantly, as if he's driven by a strong animus,
telling tales through his pictures, different ones, lucid ones, never selfsame.

He dwells behind closed doors, but his own world is immensely vast
The gateway betwixt the two worlds lies in what he creates.
Reality is harsh sometimes, so art becomes his escape
In his world he often travels alone, but sometimes he invites others too.

The seen he creates, also the unseen that only he sees
His rough and askew paintbrush invariably travels with him to many worlds,
so he could show others the wonders that he perceives.
Nay, he's no lost soul, he's only been to places beyond his own.

He's a traveller in the fantasy worlds, maybe he's even a dreamer,
who desires his masterpieces to irradiate the fire in his heart for art,
Burning brightly, burning passionately – enough to warm the spectator
And quick to burn the ignorant.

His creativity is inexhaustible, as he dips his brush in the rich colours and advances to create another masterpiece,
He paints whatever comes to his mind, improvisation at it's best.
Raging, mixed, unstable emotions move around chaotically through his body,
through his mind, it destroys every world he's ever known, needless to say, that painting was his last.


To the posterity, he - the artist, is a great mystery even though he's no more
His legacy, however, is eternal, it has lived to this day.
Little is known about him, but millions of stories his artworks narrate,
stories about him, his life and his miscellaneous worlds,
also his love and zeal for art, they emanate.