Mona Lisa By O.b.i

Wins and losses on a canvas of dreams with a brush of hope

sometimes it's a silhouette, other times its otherwise

sometimes it looks like the whole figure, other times, nothing meets the eyes

If the path is crooked, then the path is right, Da Vinci would not strike a cord if he drew only straight lines.

But which ever it is; crooked lines or  a beautiful pattern, we steal a smile, because that is what it  is; crooked lines and a beautiful pattern

So what ever the portrait may be, we sneak in what we are,cos we hold the brush and the ink, we decide if its black or white, and we know how these are not opposites, the rain is not the opposite of sunshine, for if it was, then peace would have been the absence of war, but it is not.

We know too, how black, religion, Justice, war and white are just shades in the palette and this too is not wrong or right, it is just what is necessary and when.

If the painting is ever finished before we are done, its only then, we'll know why the brush is mightier than the pen.