Tirthankar Words Banerjee

what is there to paint
when the brush has betrayed?
A life written through wishes
Has knelt down to questions.

Words will never be enough
To satisfy needs of millions
Mist and mist all around;
Bruises,healing themselves
in fear of solitude.

And thus runs my story
Rewinding in a chaos game
Luck,life,love somehow
Fit together in a single frame.

Passion is something I never felt
But words are what I never left
Alone in my hut, I tend to my name
I find you, sitting pretty without a blame.