A breeze of fragrance
into the humdrum space in my mind.
Swimming birds...
flying fish.
Motionless dance.. .. ..
Silent songs
Delinquent nerds,
flirting with the virgin mind.
In the shadows of solitude,
between the gutters that divide
intelligence and imagination,
a playground is set,
nay, a battlefield of emotions –
steeped in confusion
but disciplined in rank.
First came reason,
with an unforgiving sword.
Last came love,
a feeble dwarf.
The battle took place,
but in dimensions divergent –
that the war continued,
but never a winner announced.
In senselessness I sense,
A secret whisper that yells,
The thousand words of a picture.
Boy do i long to see the day
The trees that dance freely,
against the command of the wind.
Tradition and religion
Beliefs and its cohesion
structured like a brickwall,
with alternate inversion
Upon removing one,
To analyze its source of tension,
I realise it all falls,
And rebegin the construction
If so i put it to you,
That you now stand
On waters of your past
a second ago, is a step away
and a month ago is the shoe u wear
Imagine you return
Bare naked to the start
With no baggage checked in
For your journey to the star?
Isnt light just darkness in a good mood?
Isnt darkness just light,
Judged and misconstrued?
Why call spade a spade,
When you can call it a zrykyrstreit?
Who makes these rules?
I wanna break them all tonight.
You're special
Dont be dragged
by the butcher, thats routine
Who kills your imagination
clips your wings
Go out there and meet
The gardener, thats life,
And live.
Live - with wind beneath the feet
Live a new day each day
Cancel the appointment
Take that leave
Go to the gardens
Talk to the trees
Tell your imagination
His freedom is your duty.
And live in his command
For life .....
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