I have been sitting in front of canvas
 for a very long time,
staring at it.
I find the brush dipping
 into the paint,
 gently nudging me,
 asking me to hold it ,
 and  draw your portrait on the canvas.
I would have done it gladly,
 but the fact remains
 that I do not know how to draw a portrait.
My fingers ,
of their own volition,
 touch the strings of the Guitar,
but it requires a tune to
come from within the heart
 to start strumming.
But, when the music of my life ( you),
is away from me,
 and the only notes my heart
 can generate are the sad notes ,
which one can only play on the Violin.
I could have played
 the sad tune in the Violin too,
But for the fact that without you,
my life has as much of music,
as water in Sahara Desert.
My friends in Mumbai,
 ask me to join them at Manauri Beach
 They point at the vast unlimited expanse of Sea
in front
 It looked like a Sea to me
 when you were with me on the Beach.
 Now, the only Impression ,
I get is of a Mirage , in a desert
Travellers in desert
 have walked miles and miles,
 in search of Oasis....
I too must carry on,
 hoping for the Oasis.
My Oasis,
 is the day,
 when I would be able to
 hold you in my arms,
 look into your eyes,
 would be able to draw your portrait,
 when I shall listen
to your Heartbeat
 and my fingers on their own,
 would start strumming
the strings of Guitar,
 we will again be
all by ourselves at Manauri,
and the Sea would be Sea once again.
Till then
I must keep on walking
 through my desert,
searching for my OASIS.

~ Mukul ~

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