Tuesday, 11 November 2014

When young minds brew new stories

Tales spun are the golden threads
In the banal life of cotton-simplicity;
Tales woven with intricacy
With ingenuity
With passion.

Tasting the refreshing redness of words
That tinkle into the transparent emptiness
Of day-to-day-ness
And slosh about in the mind,

Creating psychedelic images
Creating new lives- albeit fictional
Creating emotions
And expressions
And stunning plot sequences.

When young minds brew new stories
And you get to hear them,
Fresh with the enthusiasm
That comes with belief, with faith...

You realise
These are the stories
That make life worth living;
And you realise

Sheer joy.

3 comments:

TheSqualors said...

I love the phrase "the redness of words." Great great poem.

TheSqualors said...

Love the phrase "the redness of words." great great poem!

Sayujya said...

Thank you. :)