My forgotten song...

The forgotten greens still whisper
the notes of the song I sang to you in sleep.
Love, it meant.
The forgotten greens still whisper

the verse I wrote every night to the star

I would talk to. laugh with, surrender and weep.

Trust, it echoed.

My song, is not lost in the tight sands of time.

But, today there are so many masks on your heart, 
that my song will neither reach it, nor rhyme.

I write my song in this paper ferry.

It will swim in these currents.

And then these waters of this stream will have it,

take it to the ocean crust, when into the sea this stream will go.

And in the end when the ocean crust melts in some trench, creating new fold mountains,

My song will rhyme forever in the tears of its pristine spotless snow.

The bride in the prairies...

The bush in this grassland sleeps,

as if timelessly.  

She knows this musical breeze.

She knows its going to rain on her soon,

And these prairies would go green again.

No, she does not need a raincoat.

She'll have it all.
all the blessings from the sky.

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I imagine, I create the real.

I imagine, 
as the writer, the potter, the poet and the sculpture, the painter, the engineer, the graphic designer...
I live in it, my imagination
as if, it were my only abode, only refuge
in this crazy ever changing world.
Then, I create, 
and make it real, my imagination.
And then I and my creation, 
make the world, change the world
and live forever.

Meet my imagination.
You'll fall in love.
For it is real.

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Everything You can imagine is real.

Everything You can imagine is real.

The cave man imagined,out of need or fantasy.
We got the first stone tools. And then monarchies and kingdoms. The ancient craftsman imagined God. We got a Sanchi, an Ajanta, an Elephanta.

Voltaire, Rousseau imagined liberty and equality. The world got a French revolution.

But there is also a dichotomy. The medieval papacy imagined the earth to be the centre of the universe. It were Galileo and Copernicus who showed the world, the real. Remember imagination is Marx. Real is a Stalinist Russia.

Remember,
Either you make your imagination, your world, and live in it.
Or make the world, with your imagination, and live forever.
Your choice writes history.

Through thick and thin.

Through thick and thin, can you see me?
Do you see me as you know me,
or as the thick and thin world shows you?

Through thick and thin, had you known me?
Did you know me as you loved me,
or as the thick and thin world revealed me to you?

Through thick and thin, will you love me?
Will you love me as you are?
or as the thick and thin world wants you to be?
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Simple

When your world is drowning,
tumbling upside down.
You'll do anything to protect it.
Simple.
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