The Paradigm of an Artist

A casual observer amidst wandering crowds
Patiently waiting for a snapshot -
An image framed by the borders of the mind
Silently narrating 'moments';
Mere punctuations in the ever-long sentence of life.

Armed with a pair of hands and eyes,
Happily does he engage in his work;
Playfully molding creation,
Painting a canvas with the colors of imagination.

His work is finished -
We are told yet another story.
Oddly we see a glint of pride,
Shining ever so brightly in his eyes.

He glows with the pride of creating life
Alas! How foolish are his thoughts;
For no more he is but a puppet,
A storyteller -
Painting an imitation of life.