Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Chariots with wheels of fire,
spitfire from the dragon side,
anger shown by nature's ire.
unicorns with horn-rimmed glasses,
Angels befittingly pay a tribute,
The dragon spills into a glass, molasses,
further beyond the horizon,
With jupiter in my mind, leaving earth behind,
Celestial beauties, stars gaze, so does the sun.
ironically, don't even have a car,
have a chariot to imagine, a horse to assume,
The unicorn is simply a desire, to take me quite afar...
Words that you spill out from your heart make music to my ears, and art to my eyes, as I sit down and read this work, I *sigh*...
Life is like a painting,
That in an art gallery is left hanging,
Though many come just to look at it,
A very few actually come to enjoy it.