So I paint…
…from my memory…from the yesteryear..
May be I am dead…May be not…
Perhaps “He” is too…
I paint a guy, a guy with a muscular frame. He has slightly long hair, enough to cover his innocent, playful yet tormented eyes. While a deep necrotic scar on his forehead and a tattoo of a cross on his left side of chest hides his hideous past..
His eyes full of dark and gloom as he sets his long, slender yet strong fingers
on his grand piano keyboard, playing a deeply disturbing sound..
She is woken up in hell, still hallucinating, follows the sound of romantic pain and stands behind him, careful not to disturb while watching him carefully.
His tall frame senses her presence and comes to an abrupt stop. The hair on his arms stand erect mesmerized by the charm of her presence. He looks from the sides and smiles briefly, unaware that she can see him smiling…
She sees a charming face with slight beard on a chiseled jawline. He pretends to act unperturbed and his fingers continue to act dramatic while playing the keyboard….
As he plays, a deck of playing cards fly from the keys of piano, set in a randomized, chaotic, circular fashion, only to fill the air in the room…
One of the cards slowly turn… and it is revealed… It is the “ King of hearts”
…. and she is his queen…
May be that’s how hell looks like…
May be that’s how “Devil” looks like.. enticing and captivating…
May be he was a person too once upon a time, not just a soul-less entity…
Welcome to my world…
Pandaharsha 