Why do I write poems and paint!

I see a beautiful thing. I write a poem. I made the thing intimately mine. The next time I see it, my heart meets a beloved. This is why I write poems!

I see a beautiful thing. My heart wants to look at it often. I paint the thing. Now, just behind the curtains in my chest, is a window to that thing. I just have to move the curtains a bit, and Tada! I can look at the lovely thing, mixed with my living hormones. This is why I paint!

What is the use of all this, you ask?

I will tell you. All this brings richness. A little taste of timelessness. You get filled up with colors. You almost drown in a river of music and colors. You can create a heaven for yourself at any place, whenever you want.

Manan sheel.

Writing 1 for 17^th January, 2017.