#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
I used to dislike being sensitive,
It toughest the things and made them weak.
But everytime when I have lot of thinkings
I thought I'm falling sick.
Mind says take a nap,
But heart wants to paint different shapes.
After 2 minutes again...
Mind attracts to write poetry
But this heart wants only painting.
Now
This confusion in poetry and painting,
what to do,
ohh! wait,wait
Someone says that
sometimes paintings be a silent poetry
which have no words,
But it's paints utter each and every deepness of the painting....


© t@nnu