I would take a brush and paint the blue wind
Or write a poem in words that were never there;
But in this wide world a canvas I could not find
To hold all the hues, or sense the silence to bear.
To be an artist you have to be the art,
Dance, I’m told, when become æoned dance;
To be the dew you have to have a heart
Of the morning only mornings enhance.
Darling blossoms of April spring up to sight,
Their fragrance is in the sweetness of verse;
But I am looking for a tall ladder of light
That joins universe to topless universe.
There the words mean what they had indeed meant,
Feelings ten times more than the written content.
Featured image: A Painting by Claude Monet.
Here is a part of a painting by Akash Deshpande illustrating the line:
“I would take a brush and paint the blue wind”.
The Winds of Wonder 
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