There

I am never really here, I am always there,

Singing songs of morrow - the music blares,

Yes I love today - the things that make my day,

Yet there's a string that pulls me away.

The butterflies of tomorrow fly by me,

leaving me in sparkles floating free,

Oh the beauty!! the seductive tease,

Of ma ideas performing a striptease.

Taking shape, growing, taking form,

Dancing to its own music, buried for so long,

Opening up with grace, standing tall

Oh what a performance!! Applause Applause Applause

The color red, the strong scent,

the bold use of hands, the enchantment

My eyes, my thoughts, my ears, my nose

Are all absorbed in tomorrow's shows.

The future is more real than the present picture

My present is completely drowned in the perfect future

The moral of this graphic picture..is...

My present is my future

My future is my present.

My Song

I know since I have blogged its been long,

Was just waiting for the perfect song,

But I guess I just got the idea wrong,

Perfection follows a journey, lifelong.

So I decided to just sit right down,

To write of the thoughts that goes around,

In my head, over and over again as a record rewound,

Seems like it requires a place abound.

I think of paint, I think of crease,

I think of letting my thoughts just freeze,

I think of a fine hand, I think of release,

In just the fashion I see it, piece by piece,

I see me colored in my own paint,

Of the outer world I have some idea faint,

My wishes are pure, but my fears taint,

The color of my life is growing quaint,

I sit with books, my work, my day,

Dreaming of a picture I put on my tray,

I can't stop floating going astray,

Yet of commitment I don't dare to say.

Will try today, will try tomorrow,

Today or tomorrow I will get narrow.

Will make a choice as I believe is destined,

Its only a game, I'll win over my doubting mind.

Till then I will hold on....

Will continue to write some imperfect songs!!!!!