Abstract

One pencil, one canvass and a sketch
A sketch of thoughts that are abstract
Thoughts that only the painter understands
A painter who himself is far abstract

A rushing wind takes away the sketch
And drops it somewhere when its tired
The sketch takes form and goes on and
On to the one who longed and desired

Love can put life in abstract
Love is power that can make it alive
Then the rushing wind dare not touch it
Life is the only thing that can it drive

-- Diksha Neel, 9th March 2008