The more I see this dormant world

Eyes wide open without a twirl

I catch it dark,

and darker it gets

Thee lay on prey without regrets

Scarce is when all people have woven

Cometh an inspiration in name of women

They are high,

They come with dreams

Color of life,

Living on streams

I wonder how they shine so bright

May be

coz of their dreams upright

Waving the air being still on ground

their balloons of dream sway

Without a sound

39 thoughts on “Inspiration

  1. Saaransh, this is awesome. I loooovvvveeee your painting. I really want to better my skill, and I just may have that opportunity, thanks to the workshop I attended in Rio.
    The poem is so great too. Haha. Yes, we women are special creatures, aren’t we. Lol.
    Have a wonderful week Saaransh.
    🙂 ❤

  2. aaya he mujhe fir yaad vo zaalim gujra jamaana bachapan ka;haaye re akele chod ke jaana fhir nahi aana bachapan ka……….kagaj ki naav nahi jindgi janaab;hota he aur kuch vo nahi jo hota he khwaab.

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