I like blogging. For one, whatever I come up with, I have a place to post it. Sometimes, I even tamper with my own laws of sense and publish things as frivolous as a poem on life and it being a vast canvas and all that. Not that I feel like Wordsworth, just that I don’t feel like getting my word’s worth when the head is a chock full of worries!
Life is one vast canvas.
Some strokes make a pretty picture.
Some strokes make it bleak.
The bleak ones leave you feeling weak.
Just when you think it can’t be tweaked,
Another stroke you’ll paint
Now if that ain’t making you faint
Guess what? You are a saint
For the bleak canvas just turned
Into a riotous canvas
Full of colour
Full of joy
Full of life’s essences
The vast canvas evolves.