Colors splashed on the canvas
The shades were bright the tone and the mixing of the colors were at its best
The painting was a masterpiece
But was the painter sane enough to 
Keep in touch with reality brushes dripping wet with paint 
everything was perfect and the painting was awesome but the creator of it was not 
he was screaming through the colours 
he was insane while throwing the colours randomly on the Canvas why?
Black and white colour splashing all over the peace 
sides were white and good Like the Masked personality of his
but the centre was black and dark like real face of him 
the devil was living in between the angels 
hell was there right beneath the paradise 
a dream he dreamt of colourful world filled with rainbows and happiness 
But the rain washed the fake colours of that world He was there hiding with half of him covered with fakeness and half of him was covered with the real true complexion
The connection between the reality and fiction broke 
the blood was on the Canvas 
the hand was filled with bones and flesh
he was shaking heavily he was losing breathe heavily 
a bath in the blood of the sacrificed 
He was sitting on top of the deceased 
he lost the world of his  
He lost sanity 
Broken pieces of mirrors showed new personalities of him
He spent all of his years making an art 
Was not he already a masterpiece ? 
ruined by the fascination of his creativity 
realising that he was the best thing 
he was a distorted piece of an art 
so he created a last oil painting 
covered with blood painted by the brush made of bones
he was never in his zone moving his hand frequently in the air like a maniac
Hold it closely 
treat it nicely 
let it rest peacefully 
let the colour sink in 
let everyone know the story of these paintings just by the look of the colours 
a secret of your sheer loneliness 
a path to the end of a never ending forest 
a child's cry for his mother 
A son feelings of hugging his father 
a feeling so different that it took even the colour a lot of time to sink in
By getting in the lots of colors
Getting insane by the colors 
Is it really by the colors or the related memories of the painting
Am I really getting involved in the painting
Or in the colors
It is not an art 
It is a part of life