Doodle Art

There has been a design in mind

Yet, unseen forces stop me

Wouldn’t I wish I could fight?

But, it would be losing battle. 

As the opponent is none other than

The one who created me.

“Why get one?” she asks.

“For personal vocalization.” I plea.

“Under someone else’s roof.” She finalizes.

Despite the numerous tales and show

The closest I got was to admire the art

On someone else’s mortal part.

I dream, envision and draw

But what’s the use of having

It only on mere paper.

I need to shed blood and

Watch the colours take shape

On the one part where I can look

With complete euphoria.

Its time, before another being

Laughs at my plight

I glare into my future,

Lo and Behold, I do see myself content

Because, I see the ink tattooed on my canvas.