On whose fertile land
From seeds of deep contemplation;
Words ebb and flood,
Sometimes flow like a gurgling stream..
Narrative arcs entice
Like narrow flower-laden paths,
Stretching till eternity….
Birds of wisdom,
Chirp and fly with abandon,
From trees of knowledge
Into the vast expanse
Of a unending creativity….
The bare bones of characters,
gather flesh, blood and motives;
Like a bolt of lightning,
Thoughts pour like rain
Sometimes just a drizzle,
At others, a ferocious downpour;
This is the place
in which dwells the writer
A parallel world of existence
away from reality, a writer\’s paradise;
A landscape of magic and beauty,
For this is where stories are born…