The evening is so
Gay, Bright & pleasant,
A prompt feeling of
cheer peeped- in through the window.
Lone inside my room, lazing with internet
I felt a sudden
need to write this poem,
Then I said to
myself,
Inside me is also a
Man of energy & commitment,
He would never let
my dark side to swallow this Infant
Poem.
Evening sun,
shining smooth, wished me some luck in my endeavor.
My first thought
was scary, as my creativity always took birth from lonely Musings.
Ideas languished
for years, aged and took the shape of gloom –paintings.
The desire to know
the unknown, always aped an Halloween prank,
By now light dimmed
inside-out.
My restless heart looked
all-around for some source of inspiration,
or maybe an object of creation.
My untidy room cornered
my vision to Essential Picasso
and Betty Edward’s drawing
from the Artist with-in.
Successful artists
annoy me,
Screamed a voice
within. Hypocrisy rules…
Outside my window
by now,
Night showered with
no sight of moon.
The dim thought of poetry suddenly twinkled
and my vision cleared,
The greatest sacrifice that would be needed was to kill the
night,
Night
that turns creative in the hands of crazy artists
melts in the ever burning desires of Lovers ,
Swallows every grief even the death.
Fails me,
And locks me lone in this room,
Lost in recent histories, and disturbing love stories.
By now running out of patience ,
I dragged myself out of couch,
pulled off the rooms
window curtains
and opened the doors ,only to find a Bright shining star raising
high,
Illuminated my heart and unleashed my desires to fly.
Here ,
I end this lazy attempt to create a poem ,build by a
Bunch of chosen words ,and
Sentence myself to peace ,freedom ,and a
Good night’s sleep.
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