Random Thoughts On a Lazy Evening

Patches of dark clouds Came floating by Intruding the gold That mingled with the blue in the sky If one thought The dark clouds would mar They were proved wrong For the dark too fell at par Like strokes from a brush Wielded by a hand delicate That carelessly swept Not thinking where it led Once the deed done Would have woken with a start But seeing the result The smile would have drawn the lips apart For it brought out The freshness in the blue And enhanced The fire in the golden hue. Life’s canvass too, If one thought deep Only becomes richer Amidst innumerable careless deed.