Blank Canvas

On the blank canvas, I painted brisk strokes.

I carefully chose the hues for relationships.

I protected them from the sun and the rain,

Lest, they would smudge or fade.

I added some more colours,

Of money, glamour and greed,

To make the better best.

Yet the yearning would never cease,

And there were more colours to paint the picture perfect.

Of violet, grey and black,

Though it never seemed complete.

The colours are over.

The picture is lost.

Empty is my palette,

And so is my life, a blank canvas!