Well, I was supposed to paint something for the week 1 of September, but I just could not get down to doing it...since we creative types are very moody *wink* and have to wait for inspiration...I feel inspired now to write a limerick instead of a painting...Enjoy !!
Come September, we both agreed,
to break our fetters and fly away freed,
She painted beautifully a starry night,
while I couldn't get a single stroke right...
Well ! Come October, I sighed...God speed !
~ Pooja
She gaurds her brush close to her chest
Oh..she knows not the magic it holds
Her words are pretty too..
now she chooses to paint with her words..
September still awaits.. your magic..
Go and let go all that you hold..!
~Vidya
Just like an artist has his muse
To push me ahead you choose
My brush and pen I shall now wield
My doubts shall no longer be a shield
Woman..you have cooked my goose !!
~ Pooja
Come September, we both agreed,
to break our fetters and fly away freed,
She painted beautifully a starry night,
while I couldn't get a single stroke right...
Well ! Come October, I sighed...God speed !
~ Pooja
She gaurds her brush close to her chest
Oh..she knows not the magic it holds
Her words are pretty too..
now she chooses to paint with her words..
September still awaits.. your magic..
Go and let go all that you hold..!
~Vidya
Just like an artist has his muse
To push me ahead you choose
My brush and pen I shall now wield
My doubts shall no longer be a shield
Woman..you have cooked my goose !!
~ Pooja
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