Wanderlust in Papers

Grab your palette and pad

Hold your pencil and brush

Follow every line, focus, and don't rush

Wanderlust in papers is what I do

Here's the world I'm going to show you

Perfectionist I may describe myself

My work is not just easy to write and put it on a shelf

Travel with different colors on our flight

Yellow and white for our light

And black for its twinkling at night

Welcome to my visual diary where my own people exist

Wonderful things you can't resist—Handsome guys, hugs and kisses

With villains, unique creatures and princesses

I'm also a novel with an abstract art

"I wish they were real" says my heart

My diary also has its ending page but let's create something new

As our yellow brick road continues,

In every drawing we pass through,

In every point of view, every curve I drew

Unsatisfying hunger to create and sketching a search of peace I do

Every masterpiece has its meaning

Real art is the one who draws; a man—who's the paper with her flaws

A brush that speaks; the painting—the words with colors it flows

An art from the heart that'll not be gone

Even if its colors will fade