Soft sunlight
Sheets of paper
Warm coffee
And a smudgy pencil
– it makes my day.
I scribble I doodle
I fill the pages.
I sip the coffee
and bite into the chocolate
– the crushed cocoa melts.
I wonder I dream
I illustrate the scenes.
My characters move
they breathe, they feel
– I am their God, I hold their strings.
I’m not heartless
or withdrawn.
I’m involved, I feel
They feel what I feel
– A literary mirror to me.
I write I read
I cut I erase
I experience a world
far brighter than mine
– A portal to another life.
This is a blog. I write it. 
Good
Love Dad
Thank you Dad 🙂
Very nice mam… I liked the simple well defined language that u ve used to express your idea. It’s very creative
Thank you dear, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
Ma’am
This is so beautiful.
Thank you 🙂