When it comes to my imaginations and thoughts, I loosen my reigns and let them travel far and wild where they choose to go... As that's the only place where I can be anything I want to or make anything possible. Life is different, we are different, yet our lives are so similar, so narrow and perceptible.
River of tears.
Garden of happiness.
Bolts of confusions.
Mysteries nearly fatal.
Dreams escapading up and down the hills.
Music that seeps through our soul.
The hearts,ever restless and boundless.
The infuriating irritations.
On such days of sameness, a usual dream passes by me...
I want to dive inside a silent river with it's cold water drenching my whole body until it touches my heart and refreshes my soul twisting and turning my body against the water and let my hair flow along with the waves. I want to sleep over a thatch house above the open green fields looking up at the blue sky, from where the clouds sends me droplets along with the envelope of spring breeze. I just want to lay there motionless; the rain against my face. Dreaming and redreaming about the beautiful events that happened in my life.
Forgetting the world, I wanna pass the hours silently hearing my heart laugh along with the wind and the birds in the trees. I want to be part of such world, a silent and serene world, where the mist surrounds the landscapes, flowers bloom mysteriously, birds sing and fly without any fears, plants and trees grows in their natural ways and the world remains as beautiful as ever, not just in thoughts and words but in reality, in belief.
