Some strokes of a brush Few words from a pen A flow of ideas; Imagination that knows no end. A few sensibilities thoughts and perceptions Myriad emotions that find color ... and blend! A cascade of Cosmos Pouring like confetti Earthy experiences knit in a jiffy. Posing sane at times, Naughty otherwise_ Sacred yet sassy Sporty like spontaneity. In the realm of Creation, there is chaos... as well as continuity. The world has its wonders Worthy questions and answers And all one can dream of is a Utopia. For that’s where we belong That’s what we long! Nothing is irrelevant. Nothing is perfect. Nothing is permanent Here. What is true_ is the Hallow.
