The Masterpiece

In the transience of this journey Someone beyond the horizon is painting a portrait of my existence. Every moment of life is being illustrated on a canvas My soul is a canvas; life is colorful—it is art Consciousness is a brush wrapped in radiance My blood is hopeful to soak in the colors Tears that fell each time were not in vain; they now shimmer in the hues Emotions that melt the heart and leave it wounded Imaginations that tear through the soul’s endless depths and become free Dreams that fill this adventurous journey with ecstasy Memories and desires that hold forgotten tragedies, some still flow beautifully A luminous soul is drying the artwork with the stolen breaths of mine. All of this together completes just one artwork Every passing moment is devoted to perfecting that art Which is known as death—the end is merely the completion of one masterpiece Life is nothing but a grand artwork being painted on a canvas People in this world took joy in creating their masterpieces and left And each artwork, in the desire to find itself, has bid farewell forever The more peacefully the wind flows in life the more wonderful the masterpiece becomes Life is not merely to be lived it is an opportunity to craft a great piece of art The world is not too small, nor is life For a masterpiece, life is vast enough