The cup of creativity spills
And then the heart fills
In those few lines, a life is born
Lived, experienced and ended
Almost a cosmic creation
Everytime we knit together the words
To form new worlds, new faces
Describe abstraction and wander places
An outpour of a sojourn mind
Creates a cosmos in the heart
You live the moment it starts
And die when it parts....
6 comments:
Neat!! but why is it short?? your 'cup' had only three stanzas or what? ;)
Creativity!
Moved by this read...!
You got it just right. The words when it leaves the quill, then are no more the writers.
Beautifully captured and outlined, and succinctly too!
Cud connect to this :)
just so nicely put :):)
loved the last two lines...
that is how a poet feels....
the short lived pleasure of expressing something deep..
nice work friend :)
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