Some days are like a blank canvas..
No color seems right..
The depth of any brushstroke  doesn't match the emotion within..
Grays merged with Blues loom high on our thoughts..
The yellows  and reds put behind in the memory stock..
What will inspire me now...that is what echoes..
Will I be inspired at all challenges our ethos..
Then this little bird comes perching on my window..
Oblivious of the gray clouds around her..
She boasts her freckled brown coat as the best in town..
Sings away without a thought for a penny or crown..
She creates her own joy just when she wants..
Which makes me think of all the dancing fonts, which suddenly burst in my mind's eye,
Swirling around mixing all my colours..
Emerges from it a unique tone..
Which is truly my own..
So when you cant find inspiration within ...
Look out , may be little grasshopper, a tweeting bird, a clown cloud is waiting for you ...
To tie your thoughts up neatly in two..