Blank canvas, blank page, blank...

Feels empty with no thoughts.

Or may be the thoughts are plenty.

Overlapping like the creepers,

that try to cover all the ground.

Unsure where it begins, where it stops, and where does it truly belong.

A destiny, a desire of sorts

Lost in the layers of infinite fear of first stroke going wrong.

Let lose O’ my mind.

Let go of the fear once in a while.

Let the Mona Lisa smile.