What if,

We were given a giant canvas,
And the freedom,
To find our own space on it,

Move on to whichever corner of the canvas we wished to,
Splash the colors of our choice,
Shape up the shapes that fascinate us,
Create our own masterpiece,
Every moment of our lives?

But …

What if,
We were not alone in this?

What if,
The canvas was shared by everyone else,
Each with the same freedom,
To find their own space on it,

Move on to whichever corner of the canvas they wished to,
Splash the colors of their choice,
Shape up the shapes that fascinate them,
Create their own masterpiece,
Every moment of their lives?

In the eclectic collection of these masterpieces,
In a crowd of artwork of varying styles and proficiency,
Could you have your masterpiece,
Co-exist and blend with others’,
And while it belonged to one giant masterpiece,
Yet, stand out on its own?

What would you do,
When at times,
Someone spilled their paint on your piece?

Would you blurt out in rage and berate them,
“Can you not see, moron,
How you have spoilt my work”?

Or, would you smear over that spilled-over paint,
And create an amazing art out of that,
Adding more life to your own?

What would you do,
When at times,
The bloke painting in the space next to you,
Paints something so off the mark,
So out of sync with yours,
That makes your creation so dissonant and discordant?

Would you ask him,
“Sir, could you tone down your blue,
And not have that ball look like an egg”?

Or, would you just use
Blends and borders and outlines,
Either to let his artwork accentuate yours,
Or to provide a contrast,
That makes your work shine out?

For, whether it is a splash of bright colors,
Dancing and swirling with boundless energy,
Or a dark, dull, dreary smudge,
Every piece of art could be a masterpiece.

For the world’s a giant canvas,
Whether we like their styles or not,
Whether we agree with their color wheels or not,
Everyone is out here,
To paint their hearts out,
On the same giant canvas that we do.

To those,
Who show us the dreams of “one world”,
And surreptitiously, stealthily, secretly,
Try to paint the whole wide world,
With the color of their choice,
We need to tell them loud and clear,
“That, while we share this giant canvas,
My colors, shapes and art are entirely mine,
As yours are entirely yours”.

For, a canvas,
Painted with one color all over,
Is NOT a piece of art,
Let alone a masterpiece.