Cockles of the heart ❤️

Penned words perfectly portrayed colouring canvas with indigo dye

Thoughts from within a thinker’s heart and soul

Scattered and strewn betwixt one’s self control

Amidst freedom of flow, between one’s knowledge of know-how

Caressed so charmingly captured here and now

Scenery of circumstance spilled onto a page

A description is condensed in an incredible gauge

An author accomplishes beyond the depth of a dream

Anxiously, acrimonously, letting off steam

As one’s poised pen prances in delightful dance

Printing the parchment with rich romance

Yearns from youthfulness, childhood reveries

Memorable moments of meloncholy miseries

Anything is absolute beneath mental threads inside an authors mind

Facts or fictional, bodhi so blind

Shreds of sensational rhyming verse

Shards from imaginable eventide terse

Unleashed, unwrapped written to read

Tantalising titles of titillation and glutonous greed

Impressionable voices wrote to delight

Suggestible choices from a mind’s eye insight

Yet as the writer writes does he envisage what the reader sees? 

Jotting down jovialities of magical mysteries

From well beyond that potent, powerful pen

Masquerading reality every now and then

For it is he or she that conjures blight in books

Within trellis fork-tongue in noctural nooks

Glorious poetics short stories , is an exquisite fine art