Hopeful eyes
Disarming smile
Kindness alive
What else one needs?
So
Blessed
Are
You
On 13th Feb, Once again I repeated
"Would you mind if I write about you tonight?"
Silent, she was.
Once again,
“I will write words as beautiful as you”, I said.
Her silence answered
It doesn’t exist.
Genre: Experimental
Theme: And She Is My Mother
Author's Note: A new thing you imagine is art. Space is the masterpiece of abstract art. Emptiness is a Canvas. Standing in front of it, an image which you thought is the art representing own-self. Angle of strokes, depth of colors, shadows of hue shapes the expression and gives life to it. A emptiness filled by your delighted thought is a naive art, a judgement you do about your thought with own-self is a virtual art. Rest of the people, who understand your self-judgement creates the real Art.Here is how, a piece of paper turns invaluable.This applies to poetry too.
For once
Inspire me
While crossing my mind
And guess what