Imagination generates a poetic urge, an unusual unrest.
It roams the green luminescence of a vibrant rainforest,
Drifts away with shining constellations of starry night
And lets eternity of darkness die with colourful insight.
Imagination dives in dreadful darkness of deep ocean
In search of some hidden beauties of unseen creation,
Floats ardently on hushed streams of weary waterfall
And glides leisurely on marble rocks of mossy coral.
Imagination treads on shimmering of crescent moon,
Drenches foot-steps of memory in a rainy afternoon,
Animates the dusty wings of an engraved stiff falcon
And fries its abstract figure in the cauldron of bacon.
Imagination haunts like bleeding soul in mystic mist,
Crushes rock-hard mountains with a lightweight fist,
Gets lost in riddled thoughts, bubbled words of brain
And reflects craving souls, gifts of tear in lucid brine.
Imagination splits atoms of rhythm with pen-dagger,
Makes a little drop of dew seem big, big, big, bigger
And cries dancing riots of peace to mock scarlet fire.
Imagination with its magic wand ignites hearty pyre.