a pen, some thoughts, some words
sometimes the yearning of an ordinary
life poured out on white paper
dreams of a dreamy soul scattered around.
Words are scattered on paper
Sometimes with deeper meaning
Some times to just play with
Sometimes to paint a beauty.
Dreams of a bird without wing to fly
touch the blue heavens, the sky
roam around the white, fluffy clouds
to kiss the wind, to catch the rain in sky.
His mortal body with limited means
may not be able to do these things
but his mind the most powerful being
indulges in these dreams unrestrained.
sometimes the yearning of an ordinary
life poured out on white paper
dreams of a dreamy soul scattered around.
Words are scattered on paper
Sometimes with deeper meaning
Some times to just play with
Sometimes to paint a beauty.
Dreams of a bird without wing to fly
touch the blue heavens, the sky
roam around the white, fluffy clouds
to kiss the wind, to catch the rain in sky.
His mortal body with limited means
may not be able to do these things
but his mind the most powerful being
indulges in these dreams unrestrained.
there is so much said and done in words..beautiful poem
ReplyDeletethanks robert.
ReplyDeleteWhen are you going to publish your art? Because, I want to be the first in line, to purchase my copy...signed by you:)
ReplyDeleteI liked this poem very much, and yes as 'Mama Khamisa Said', I would also like to see your book published.
ReplyDeletedearest khamisa,
ReplyDeleteno one will read it :) :) the publisher will kill me.
with lots of love,
trisha
dear zakeer,
ReplyDeletehope you got the answer in khamisa's answer. :) :)
best wishes,