Maati

I sit under a tree
does that happen anymore
i sit in front of my laptop
like everyday i think of that tree
whose shade would comfort many a soul
and mine too..
that whiff of air on my face
eyes transfixed beyond, grass tickling
the soles of my feet and the mynah , she sings
on the tree while i write the music
inspired by the story clouds tell everyday
the muse goes on and then
my laptop announces low battery stand by
an awakening reality
i want to go back to my clouds
the phone rings
a voice excited claims
i have painted the song of the Mynah

Handpainted thoughts by Maati..