Silly talks, meandering thoughts and gazing at the windy weather:
Sitting with eyes wide open, my thoughts wander at lusty paintings and brush;
The paintings depict a reality that I am yet to experience,
as the mind hovers towards the past ridden with unexpected victory amidst the battles and sufferings to find the self.
Words fail to flow as poetry not find its way inside a thinking mind.
Is it cause to concern?
Probably its the windy weather.
I an incurable romantic who believes in love at first sight.
Poetry like love love goes with the flow as the soul keeps pushing its might.
The mind can only comply.