A Strokes Path

A pen expresses, a stroke of a brush paves to a different way,

Each of us with incomplete strokes,

Each of us with an incomplete intention,

Our brushes wait, they wait before they dry,

Lets not make them, before its too late,

Too late makes them dry our paths,

Those paths stay incomplete forever in time,

For one an incomplete stroke is a satisfaction,

an incomplete emotion they arise in society,

a mystery they leave to disturb the reality,

a mystery to colour the greyness of incompletion with an

incomplete colour ... filled with a fulfillment