Imagine

 

My imaginations are rocks and the world i live in is a lake,
A lake that flows all the time, while i imagine...
The rock sinks deep down in to the lake, forgotten forever...
Heavy as they are, the lake never lets the rock dance over it...
Once or twice the rock pitches and tosses over the lake, just once or twice...

My imaginations are like the everlasting skies,
expanding all across the orb of life...
Free and unbound, spreading from ME to YOU...
Blue and calm as they seem to be, who has ever seen the beauty beyond the blues...

My imaginations are like the wind,
wind that blows for the far west to the east...

Swift and bringing warmth to the soul that can understand it...
never bound and locked up in human minds...

My imaginations are like a butterfly, 

A new born butterfly spreading its wings for the very first time...
destined to break the cocoon and fly...
like a beautiful butterfly that adds beauty to the very existence itself...

My imaginations are like a beautiful painting,
Painted by the like soul...
imaginations understood and conceived in colors...
painted all across the night skies...

My imaginations are like the thoughts of an off spring,
pure and clear...
Never understood by others except the one...
always wondering about the things that happen around...
but never get to know the answer...

 

My imaginations are like the music,
played with heart when the mind composes...
When the heart is burdened or delighted...
an imagination that echoes in my heart till i free myself off the burden i carry...

My imaginations are like a dream,
a beautiful dream that has no end...
like a new world beyond my eyes...
a beautiful dream dreamt by my heart when my eyes are closed to the world...

 

For the world is busy, trying to fix the broken pieces of music, but never successful...I wish the world could imagine...

 

I Imagine...