Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Pen in hand,
Early morning, dew,
Or misty deep-blue,
paining a picturesque hue,
merging liquid thoughts into a cue.
Clueless as I sat without a thought,
Read the poetess' words, a delight,
a ray of sunshine through my window slits, caught,
me by surprise, my pen began to write.
Words, I didn't have a clue,
about, began to take shape,
forming a persistent queue,
A chain of thoughts flow with mouth agape...
Wondering beyond wonders, as I read this poetry of yours, I am glad, I just did....
Thanks Karilea for the spark, I almost went into a block...before I read this
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.