My mind
flits
from one to
the other
A butterfly
peeking into
A glass
house of flowers.
Perusing
the bellies
Of these
see-through bubbles.
Glossy
resin art
Of thousand
colours.
Dazzling
petals of future
Dark ashes
of past.
Now I see
them floating, over
the clear
skies of my mind.
Scoop of
soft vanilla
Drifting atop
a
friendly woolly
sheep
Oblivious to
its spring hide
The furry
poodle, its outline
Dissolving
by and by.
I jump upon
the somber stallion
As it flees
the dragon
eating the
sky.
I marvel at
my thoughts,
Who births
them?
Or like
time and space
Are always
here?
Solemn union
of matter and mind
Memories cascading
from fountain of time.
Where do
they go when they die?
Like
raindrops-plop, dissolving into the sea of mind.
Or like Birds
do they fly south,
To keep
warm, survive?
Till they
are recalled.
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