Stirring The Sentences

Owls are hooting,

Which are inviting messages,

To me and the desk,

My laptop is ready,

After bathing in the wildflowers of thoughts,

There will be scratches on my consciousness,

Glimpse like the lotus flower blossoms,

Occupies my mirror, 

The water drops touch my feet,

Like your intelligent foreplay,

There will be so much pain,

Along with the pleasure,

Which never takes the front seat,

To show or to see,

I sat by the window,

Watching the Decemberalu plants (Barleria cristata)

Getting busy in catching the muses,

Stirring the Sentences,

Weaving a great sweater of stories,

To hold tight to the bosom.