In a single stretch of imagination.

Whistling in the woods, singing in the rain,
Thy shall call for thee, call out in vain.
One kiss was what Noyes wanted for his man on the highway.
Through blood agony and the love of god the man sway.
A futile wish to be together and hold his way.
Forbiddden love unyielding unrelenting, not a penny's worth.
If only one had the heart to tell Noyes of love in the world today.

I see the world around me,
clean, sensible and uncluttered.
Its perfect, the grass is green ,
the sky is blue, the clouds are white,
the leaves are green and my shadow black.
The colors are in place as they should be.

Diving deep into my thoughts,
Its all up here in the colors,
the leaves - a perception , a paradigm , a thought process.

All my senses in place,
taking it as it comes my way.
I breathe in unfazed, unaltered.
Sustenance is a part of me,
Simulations/ Stimulations are a part of me,
I am ready to live with - I cant live without.

And then it rained, drops of water all over me,
The sunlight falls on the droplets on the leaves,
the light reflects through the clouds,
A spectrum on the leaves and a rainbow in the sky.

In a single stretch of imagination should I say,
Imagination seems to concur with reality,
And it dawns , reality dawns - enlightenment,
the concocted mixture is the only thing real.

As I close my eyes to wonder,
I wonder to wonder,
If my mind could wander,
through the realms of the spirits,
through the realms of emotions,
through the realms of confusion,
to help the truth hold its way.

A tinge of thought, a drop of water,
a speck of dust, a touch is all it takes.
for the surreal to become real.
A touch, a kiss, a fragrance, one word
One arms length is encompassed
between the mind - the center of simulations
and the heart - center of emotions.

A candle burning, the waves harping away,
A sunset in sight, a moon rise on the way,
An arms length has been encompassed,
Simulations are part of yesterday,
Emotions shall hold its way.
Close your eyes Darling,
Its time for change - Paradigm shifts today.

If my mind could wander. . . .

If time keeps travellling forward and never looks back,
Why do I have the tendency to keep looking back.

TO believe , is it a sin ?
To "Not to believe",
Not a sin by any stretch of imagination.

The more you try to understand,
the more intriguing it seems,
Multitasking, multiprocessing, - a previledge,
A previledge of a few among the too many.

If you speak without prejudice,
You speak your mind . . . . ..
You could be lynched,
You could be crucified,
Better still unless Lucifer shall forbid,
You shall be castrated for thy sins.

A prejudiced opinion holds more,
more than what the mind can convey,
Sugar coating is the norm of the day,
Prejudice is here to stay.

On a zebra crossing,
Let the pedestrians cross.
Stop ! Gather your thoughts.
Let the thoughts cross over,
Show you the way.

Sometimes I stop to wonder,
I wonder to wonder,
If my mind could wander,
Wander away into ecstacy.
I could self sustain anyway.
Mental, physical, sensual, spiritual, emotional,
Close your eyes darling,
Pleasure is on the way.

And the bickerings continue,
No fuses here or safety valves there,
the flow is everlasting,
the transmissions will continue all the way.

Do I need addictions to trigger me brain,
Cant I send signals to stimulate anyway,
Sustenance nonetheless, my misery, my gain, my pain.
Alone thy has come, alone shall thy make way.

As I wonder to wonder, I wonder to wander,
Wonder to stimulate, wonder to dream,
Create the real in the unreal, make the surreal,
Each thought with multiple dimensions.
Multi - orgasmic - with only one orgasm to chose from.
Choice is mine , Choice is to be made.
A single choice in time, a choice never to look back again.