Appears the art right in front,
Out of nowhere all of a sudden,
Becomes more and more artistic
As I spend more time with it.
Gets tempered the palpitating heart.
Beats faster sometimes but,
Seeking for values to emotions,
Adding innocence to its notions.
Mind bends for the beauty unbound
Regrets for it when not found
For the art unfurls not
To the fullest its beauty.
Bewildered to see the lost love,
Looking around for a temporary wow,
Is the mind not charm enough to be let in,
To flow and stir itself in the art tasting?
Disturbed is the music,
Clamored is the rhyme,
With the shaped merry distorted
Weeps the mind of mine!