Thursday, 15 May 2014

MY WORK

My work is to write
Not to wait for someone to criticize
My work is to dream
& words of mine will make them gleam
My work is to see
& my eyes will tell me whatever it would be
My work is to listen
Even the tiny voices without any reason
My work is to draw
& no need to follow the newton’s law
My work is to feel
The touch of nature with its peal
My work is to say
As the thoughts crossing my mind in random way
My work is to observe
& walk across my mind’s gentle curves
My work is to smile
& the world would be happy for a while
My work is to do
Without caring if sky is dark or blue
All I need to do is nothing

Which I know will result in something