Wandering my Imagination!
Imaginations have no boundaries.
You can smell the giggling aroma of happiness.
Taste the sheer fabrics of saddening thoughts.
Build Castle with the mist of Southern Seashore.
Literally I sing into the dream within a dream.
I wonder!
Poems make me fly with an air balloon.
Thunders of gloom condemn my Arial view.
But, it couldn’t stop me
winking towards the mystery land;
Being the person who feels can know the stuff.
Knowing; imaginations have no boundaries.
Baggers no choosers!
Which one is which; and what not.
The upside down thoughts are breaking the boundaries.
I want to reveal the core; but is it possible?
Doubts arise and they bring the harsh cold dreams;
from the vast wild horizon of the peninsula.
My thoughts are clear;
but my imaginations are not.
Some are vague, and some are perplexing.
No matter what they are mine.
To be proud of and to be nurtured.
Mind-fuck orgasms bring these to the subconscious.
Beyond your control and reach;
You see them; wonder about them.
Adore them as I do often; no worries!
Let them go with the flow.
I tried pulling the Bridle; it's nonsense!
Can you give direction to the wind!
Or, you pull the tide out of it’s tracks!
No, not to be; it will surely go as it is!
It will! It will!.
Wandering my Imagination!
