Perception

As my friends and critics will now get....that this blog is about new beginnings....an attempt of a budding writer...a re-birth of my writings....if I should be poetic about it or rather give credit to my friend Ashwini,who pushed me or enticed me into it.
Yes, but of course it is all one's perception in the end isn't it.Or the perception of others or the battle between the two-but like raindrops on roses-it is a fresh beginning!
Whether I am able to justify my selection of titles I Know not,then again it will merely be your perception of it,your perception that I will perceive, an image I show you that I have perceived from the corner of my eye.............or how well I am able to it or it merely becomes your perception of it.
Yes, I shall hand it to you how you perceive this image-your perception, interpretation of my perception-word mumble you think-not at all-mere perception-depending on your clarity of thought-the openness of your mind.

The Poem;
 Perception

A little girl standing under her umbrella
how vulnerable she looked!
or how protected she was from the rain.

A little butterfly fluttered by the red rose
just a day it gets to live
but what a day it was

a little white polar bear cub cuddled under his mother's belly
he won't make it through the winter
but he has got so much fur and his mother!

the arc beyond the sea
 a ship sailing yonder
lone sailors moving towards the horizon

I see the glass of water on the table
half empty
half full
I can quench my thirst with it