Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away
This is my stay my glorious garden, my bridge My gateway Into possibilities scarcely heard Fair whispers and inclinations Where new music can be made With purple compliments Providing shade Beneath which, Rich ideas have no graves Only wellsprings and matinees Inking inspiration It is here I eat, sleep And pray
Yes, this is my stay Where time knows no days And worries have no prey Where upon Parsons picnic blankets Are served golden words Which only ever convey A never ending display Of heavenly ballets And opportunities to say Anything you wish Poetry, Book, or Play For within the imagination Inspiration Never disobeys Yes, This Is My Stay….
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I