Monday, December 20, 2010
......To Make Me Write & Collect Some Praise
It touches me when I am not expecting it at all.
Pokes my mind when it wishes to rest.
It gets me dreamy and pushes me to fall.
Finally makes me nostalgic putting all its best.
I often wish to give it some name
But I am always full of words which appear waste for it.
My entire knowledge of years appear uselessly lame.
I must find name for it.
It can be called an inspiration may be
But then ‘imagination’ appears to be a better word.
Or may be a ‘vision’ which God gifted me.
Or call it ‘freedom’ like a free flying bird.
As I told you already, no word seems to be perfect.
Or shall I keep it nameless always.
Believe you me, it would hardly effect.
Because all it wants is to make me write & collect some praise.