A Pinch Of Truth
A Pinch Of Truth
A spell of separation
Caresses often
Denuding body from soul
As I traverse
Each inch
In the landscape of canvass
Wielding a brush
To make a sketch of my own
Supporting hues and pigments
Splash colours
Create intricate patterns
In myriad textures
Transition of passion
With intellectual stimulation
Hinges heavily on preparation
Wise squat
Allays fear factor
Sheer joy
Sails across
Surges further
Imbibes tryst
For an easy clinch of insight
Into the Utopian shore.