Muse Inks

A thousand thoughts clamouring,
Seeking release,wild and fluttering.
Words mute,but animated....writing
Themselves,no laws of verse abiding.
Haphazard thoughts,fragmented,fervent,
Desperate in their efforts,to be coherent.
Drunk on the beauty,dripping off the sky,
Call on the dreams,their spirit,on a high.
An unchained melody,wafts from afar,
Is it the voice of God,or a joyous star?
The beautious vision casts a spell,
They soar,to touch the orb,celestial.
Riding the moonbeams to the milkyway,
Determined to find themselves,not stray.
Infected by the spirit of thoughts...words
Find voice,strive to touch numerous chords,
Unfettered,like birds,they take flight,
My love,on your threshold they alight.
They dip themselves in bright warm claret,
Paint in hues,stolen from your pallette.
With you in them,like a river they flow,
With each inked word,a little I grow.
I carry them, like a mother surrogate,
You lend them grace,design their fate.
These words that flow,all yours,not mine,
They'll glow,let your sun,on them ,shine.
                                                               Chandni.