Scattering words
I pick them up one by one
Put it into my magic box
Pour a barrel of paint
The same of my soul's color
Sometimes black, sometime blue
May be red or something new
Shake well up and down
Take them out as small blocks
Put them out to dry
Build them into small lines
Two or three, inspired by a theme
They take some shape
Of a Hero (Villain) an imaginary game
What they are, you see
Is what really defines me
Where all these coming from?
Cogito ergo sum
thank you for the explanation which I knew that you had meant, but a barrel of 'paint' is something cloudy to me, as we are not in the ancient time and have evolved from being barbaric to modern and then to the technocrats. when many of our friends here have agreed upon your views, what is the big deal of me objecting the metaphor that you have used, so I still stick to the objection and I wish you good luck...
I would like to congratulate you for this poem being selected as the poem of the day..Keep it up and Good Luck to you Aswath Raman
hii i like your Magic Box cocept a lot..Keep writing young man..
a very nice poem. Its great to see that writing can be theme to write something new. You surely are blessed with some amazing words and you know how and where to place them.
Imagination gets tinged with colors that are beyond the world of reality.Here you are successful M.B.Congrats!
imagination and creativity at its finest and origins..
Cogito ergo sum this is not madness..flow of music from the magic box lovely thanks
Like the poem, don`t undersand the notes; quality is, of course, important for literature.
.............great going friend........and we love your madness, its a boon and surely not a bane................. ............lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many many Congratulations on your recognition of this poem of the day...! ! !