Willfully

Here's something my awesome friendandhousemate Kanika Kaul does on her gorgeous blog, http://stone-paper-scissor.blogspot.in/ to keep her followers inspired and believing in the creative gene that lies rusting in all of us. We were better off as cavemen, with the spontaneity to paint on walls when we felt the urge. Now we'd get spontaneously arrested for the same deal.

Bu-ut. Here's what spontaneously came to me when I saw the picture she posted for Joyous June, a blogathon where followers respond to an image that she posts for (and wow) every day of the month. The image for the day is..

My Post : 

You can lead the child to venom

But you can't make her drink.

You can bind her hair in tight braids

But you can't make her think

That braids are any better

Than the loose tangles that kiss her brow

And the surf mumbles to her toes,

The child knows

That even if her paint box has

Broken crayons,

She can sprinkle them on her desk

And transform them to stars,

That hand-me-downs will be vintage one day

Even if a little charred,

That there will always be colours in candy

More fun to swallow than your pill

The child is not yours to call

yours or to call ill,

That her anchors are suspended by

The yarn hair of dolls that stretches from

This planet to that,

That the things you see with open eyes

Aren't entitled to be facts.

You can draw a pail to drown her

Everyday in bone-chilling shame,

But she refuses to blink,

She'll force the taste of lemon pops

After every shock of zinc,

You can lead the child to water,

She refuses to sink...

Except, willfully, in 4000 years of ink. 

Thanks for the opportunity Kan. All the best, Joyous Junebugs!