The Cottage In The Woods

Through the canvas of my heart of Imagination

oh! what my eyes witnessed and be mesmerized

to look through the amalgamation

An insight which might be there in the book of

fantasies and my childhood days

Where the flowing greens showed amidst those

bright rays

Is it the artist's palette of colors or the hues of the

nature's trend?

Why I feel so calm whenever the soil gets drenched

The book of colors as some can define it to be

But the fact of purpose have no reasons to let it free

The deep in the dense where there are plenty of doors

One by one it takes me to the seashore

The hand that made it possible to take the brush and

make the strokes

There! There the horizon gets silent with a pause and the presence of hope

My desires can drive me towards the endless goals

Where I will see my painter to think, create and rolls

Where I can experience the journey of a true creator with

the pure soul

Where life will let me be the narrator of my predestined roles

Sometimes in the busiest roads of the city walking

through those black & white lines

Sometimes amidst the dense and greens through the windows of the cottage inclined

Ideation of thoughts that keeps my mind and heart in

a bivariate motion

From where I can travel the world of nature through the Painter's creating colors and those devoted composition..