Woven Verses

When i'm at work weaving verses I have my stringent mindset Trying to explore the hidden psyche And discover the unseen stars, Loosely chained in the universal ken. As I peer into the vision of thoughts With naked eyes of insight I'm Dumbstruck with vulnerable views Akin to some star gazer who had ever fixed his eyes Who; whilst surfing finds mind boggling objects. It's a pure bliss-sans a reason For; its the grit that keeps up the pace Of labor, where the instincts of intuitive Keep a track on the moving mind waves. This brings them down to pen in its pensive mood Whilst in its exploration of thought as he broods on.