MIND FORMS

Every stroke of brush on the white,
Painting my mind or tainting it..
'Cause how do I know what's mind,
"MIND FORMS" I intend to create,
"What is my mind?"
"Is it space?", but as I think so...
Oh! Did i think thoughts?? Or were they words that my mind became...
Thoughts or words? As i decide,
Hues colliding in relieving waves,
Wash the last of the words or thoughts - the scripted mind,
As I am not thinking for once...
Comfortably numb in the hues I become,
My mind a formless space and so my art,
Thus became my art "MIND FORMS"