Once I thought to make a sketch,
With an image in mind and HB pencil in hand,
I started drawing,
I was so excited,
I started, just started,
From the bottom of the page.
I reached to half of the page,
And realized I am still on the knee,
Where will the head go….
I rubbed the whole and started sketch again,
This time I started from top,
And when I reached in half I again realized,
Where will the foot go…
It was third time, I tried again,
And started from middle,
And u can’t imagine,
Sketch was without head and foot.
Then I realized it’s not just a line,
Drawn on a white clean paper,
Its image of mind,
Pen of memories,
Drawn with color of art,
And with pencil of love….. ….
I have image of mind,
I have pen of memories,
I have pen of love,
But Ateendra is still in search of color of art….
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page ka size kya tha jisme tum sketch banaa rahe the ,
agli baar se bada paper le lena .
but thanks to the dimensions of the paper that made u feel the scarcity of space for sketching, that paper was nothing but ur frame of mind and canvas of life keep exploring “BEST OF LUCK”