A Blank Paper or Canvas

A blank paper or canvas
is so enticing
they are my muse
their endearing charm
is mesmeric
I can’t escape
I throw my whole persona
on them
oblivious of the outcome
I pour my heart and soul
soiled in ink or colours
we become inseparable
I die a thousand death
they convert me
into an energy field
we are born in unison then.

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About Sangeeta Gupta

Poet, abstract artist, documentary film maker. Has 20 published books, 9 collections of poems translated in Greek, German, bangla, urdu, dogri. Writes both in English and Hindi. Has scripted and directed 7 documentary films. Has held 35solo exhibitions of paintings in India and abroad. Based in Delhi, India.

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