The blank page

Upon a canvas blank and white, A page unfolds, a silent night. Emotions dance in shadows cast, In ink and tears, a story vast..... Each stroke, a whisper of the soul, A tale untold, a heart's parole. In the echoes of the empty space, Resides the essence of our grace.... A symphony of words unsaid, Lingers in the page's thread. The pen, a guide through the unknown, In solitude, our truths are sown.... A dance of ink, a waltz of thought, On this canvas, emotions sought. The emptiness, a mirror clear, Reflecting joy, reflecting fear... Yet, in the void, a beauty lies, A chance for dreams to crystallize. With every mark, a piece of me, A page transformed, a soul set free... Through valleys dark and mountains high, In the parchment of the endless sky, The symphony of silence plays, A melody that time conveys... So let the pen unveil the heart, In every stroke, a work of art. For on this page, my feelings spill, A blank canvas, my emotions' thrill. ..... ✒ pratik chaturvedi