Monday, August 2, 2010

Brush Strokes

A few carefree strokes,
A dozen careful ones,
With each line they draw,
A new detail they show.
A pathway to the mind of the creator,
His thinking they reveal.
His state of mind at the moment,
His desires, his dreams.

And, from out of nothing,
A picture appears,
A product of imagination,
Painted by feelings,
Embellished by colors...

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Superlike

Mukul said...

thanks :)...it feels weird writing something that is not-rhyming and calling it a poem though :)