Canvas of my life

My canvas was meant to be painted
A blend of rave delights
With acrylics of words
Ink of darkness,colours of light
Brush still the same,my fingers
Spreading jets of giggles on the edges
Fusing multipolar tempers as if engraving them
Doldrums of stagnation,slump dismal
Airbrush of my thirst spraying my longings
Intoxicate euphoria
Paint that seventh heaven again
Frenzy glee in paradise, yes! that Wonderland
Chroma of inner sunshine
Recreated aurora in your own sky
I wonder if one could get all of them
Or the details will maintain anonymity
Either way, but it will come off.
PURVI GUPCHUP