The Shivering Art on the Canvas

Dr Sudhansu Dash

My hand trembles with a cold touch.
 Running out of colors,

 I consolidate them

And break along with it.

Under the veil of all eyes

With the virgin promises of hypocrisy

Who has created such a ‘me’?

Standing alone

With all the untrusted  becomings and unbecoming.

I must confess.

I offer every surface of my thoughts and tears

In their own design

To make my maker undone for a moment

To bridge the space inside a hollow man.