Creativity is the mother of art.
Its
seed is slowly sown by imagination
It
flourishes in the nourished womb
Of
creativity and bursts out of bosom.
Confused?
‘Art’ is the clarification
Through
the mother it receives the grace
And a
beauty which is unseen
Through
the father it snatches the base
With a
path to follow perfection.
It’s
personality is enhanced by expression
And
flourished by a desire to acquire
But
spoilt by the spirit to win
Disastrously
burnt out by boredom.
Art is
a passion, may be...
A
personification of imagination
Rather
a mirror image of creativity
With a
slight tinge of rhythm.
beautifully written.. :)
ReplyDeleteGr8 work..specially love this one:)
ReplyDeletegr8 choice of words :)
ReplyDeleteawesome...but tough to resist...
ReplyDelete