AN ARTIST WITHIN ME

Thoughts, thoughts, and thoughts,

I dived into the sky of thoughts.

I realised something new,

which was amazing and true.

Sitting on the beds of nature,

I found an artist within me.

When did I get to know what?

I researched, researched, and researched.

With a gratitude,

my words got flying.

The roof of the sky,

which was big and wide,

filled with butterflies.

Flies which turned into words,

my poetry got wide.

I found an artist within me,

which writes, writes, and writes.

Music is something, 

through which I write.

But poetry is something,

through which I think.

Looking at the world I see,

something new that brings me to think. 

Searching, searching and searching,

I found searching greatening.

An artist within me styled 

My poetry too got styled…