Many a times i feel the thoughts we express can only be complemented by the glimpse of the flowers
Those colours of flowers seem to enhold the shades of different thoughts
They seem to just convey the right fragrance of thoughts to the senses
The aura of thoughts cannot be better expressed by anything but the beauty of flowers
Fresh flowers soak the raw pulp of thoughts and a drop of water from the ocean of heart sits on the surface of display for anybody to read through its sight and taste the spice of your thinking.
While the barren thoughts surrender their grounds of strength to the flowers fading on the stem ready to fall in the soil of present to become past and breed a new future.
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 