Eyes adjust to the endless beauty, a feast of color.
Walls murmur a soft welcome, a sigh of relief.
The endless to-do list, a nagging echo, fades to silence.
Calming music washes over, a dam breaking against worries.
Browns tell a story of quiet strength, furniture serenely poised.
The walls breathe with art, a canvas for memories and feelings.
A blank canvas beckons, a challenge for hands to express.
Chitralaya, more than paint, a balm for the soul, a place to simply be.
- Bharathi Senthilkumar
Nice bharathi by sindhu
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