Shades Of Gray

The rushes of my brushes,
filled the canvas with shades of gray.
The strokes could convey,
what the heart had to say...

So cold, so beautiful,
the dark clouds of the rain...
The silver droplets had just
washed away all of my pain...

I sat there blissful
to complete my work of art...
I had to compete with the rain
to listen to the beats of my heart...

Through the drizzle I continued;
Each rush made the canvas fuller..
I continued with the music the rain played...
The droplets adding to the color...

© wmsuman

I sat there on the benches
admiring my work of my art...
Joy of the drizzle fading and
ecstasy the experience had brought...

The sun shone through the clouds
revealing the hidden...
I sat there again,
to pour my thoughts...

The rushes of my brushes
filled the sky with blue...

The day with its blushes
felt completely true...

Pencils : Bicycle

Learning the art of drawing using a mouse and good old paint in windows...

Learnt.

Yay!

The King Of Hearts

He walked through fields,
through cities far and beyond,
without sword nor shield.
He cared for no wealth nor diamond.

He held inside him no fear,
in the fight of the clubs were none.
None to match him in war,
he walked proud in the sun.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/travis_simon/ / CC BY 2.0

All through strides, spades and shades,
he was the Jack of all trades
and the Master of many...
His charm could easily impress any...

For rich or for poor, for old or young
He remained an old song sung
His victories were beyond battles or wars...
For he was none...

but the King of Hearts...

“In a pack of cards there are kings... but then folks remember... there's only one who can ever be called the king - the King of Hearts.”