A long time absentee
been on a travelling spree
away from home for a duration
writing though with a passion
not many in the row as usual
penning a few in casual
picturing what I saw along
sometimes with a belong
other times scribbling a verse
without much attachme
nt fierce
spent most of the hours seeing
land, people, and culture in a swing
an experience absolute and exact
that worked on my feelings intact
a great break from the routine as well
far away from the place I dwell
an ecstatic moment in the perception
a lovely feast to the eyes sans deception.
J
Tag: pen
Those Who Create.
The brush which paints
knows not its work.
it being a silent spectator
doing that it has to do
rather aiding the one who does.
Being that in truth
that which one helps
or that one which is used
can never stake claim
over the accomplishment.
Not understanding the creativity
the helpers and the facilitator
try to assume the fame with a pride
there by ignoring the creator
who endeavoured to finish it beautiful.
This goes to all the creations
be it in art or architecture
be it in the making of man
the hand of the doer is invisible
those who pt forward gamble not ordinary.
The mother who carries the child
brings him up with love
certainly not owns the child
being appointed to make him into a man
with that her responsibility gets over.
She is akin to a brush , pen
similar to a carrier
never the craftsman or sculptor
who works hard to create
never she could aspire to be so.
That Be In Use
The table which hold the books
knows not to read.
The pen that writes for hours
lies dormant when not in use.
The machine that spins and makes yarn
turns rusty when not run.
The garden which is beautiful and lovely
loses its glamour when not tended.
The body which toils and endures
gets worn out with no care proper.
The attention focused and affection great
hail a smooth performance to the most
along with that comes an execution perfect.



