The ultimate sketch pad!
But none can see it, as though everyone's blind!
It is a priceless possession, anyone's ever had!
Amazing are it's heights,
It can think anything, go anywhere,
In a blink of the eye and creativity it invites.
Mind indeed has got a deep flair!
It's "mind"-boggling to observe its limits,
Rather it has none!
Mind is stationary, yet everywhere it visits,
It never stops; never says, "I am done!"
Imagine, yourself without this,
The point is you can't at all imagine!
Mind's a startling creation of His,
With no boundaries and no margin.
Einstein prospered due to his creativity.
But who was creativity's creator; who created this?
Wasn't this mind's activity?
Wasn't this imagination's bliss?
It exists but has no mass!
It made laws, but they never governed it.
It is water, shimmering like glass,
Heavy with thoughts and a great wit!
Brilliance, royalty, merit are just a phrase.
They can never describe this wonder!
It's source is great; enough to daze,
Even an intellect - as bright as a blazing thunder!
It's source is The Lord, the greatest puppeteer!
His illusion is this dazzling world!
How can we understand it, we the mere,
When we are just knots of an infinite rope, twisted, frayed and curled!
Jubilant writing.
ReplyDeleteI love it and will read it a lot more times to understand the very core enigma.
Keep writing, Ashrith.
Hey thanks Soorya! You shall surely understand the enigma! And yes, I'll write more but time and fate should run at the same pace as my creativity is running. And thanks again Soorya!
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