In the star lit night
I gaze up at the site;
Closing the
translucent doors
of my eyes,
Hallucinations start flowing
that are not so wise;
I see an utopian land
made of transparent
white,
Up somewhere
overflowing with colorful
light;
Enigmatic beams intersecting
bending towards
height,
Reflections playing
to form
sea full of colors and bright ;
Walking down on me
to offer me a flight;
I hold a light
To climb up for a
ride,
Longingly watching
The waves of various colors slide;
Blending playfully
with a fall and rise,
Shining and smiling
As light falls on the floating dice;
I watch my shadow
dance
To the tune of every
glance,
Changing shapes
And adapting to
balance;
separating walls of silence surround
yet a music plays sounding so profound;
this is a world that
exists
only as long as the
night persists………………
P.S : IMAGE SOURCE- Google
separating walls of silence surround
ReplyDeleteyet a music plays sounding so profound;
such btful lines !!!
Writing at a wicked hour, when the imageries from nowhere induce perceptions deep enough to stir something inside. I'd say go sleep, hallucinating is enchanting but not favoured my medical people. :P
ReplyDeleteNice post Megha.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
nice work. :)
ReplyDeleteI just loved those lines... they made me smile. I wonder if halucinations could be so playful, colorful and enigmatic as to what you imagine. Awesome!
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