Listen up people,
this one is just another wild imagination of mine,
Spare ten minutes,
you too imagine my thoughts, while reading you align,
My notion I present
with my insight, please don't think I am insane,
Night of melancholy,
I found these precious views, being very mundane.
Commence your
imagination as I put forward every event that occurred in progression,
"Sleeping by the
window, drops of rain open my eyes from a sleep of depression,
Surprised to discover
myself lying on a tattered bed in an antediluvian cottage,
Millions of questions
arising in my mind as the surroundings looked so vintage.
Getting down from the
bed and I loitered around the hut fear growing inside,
Finally finding the
exit door, reaching out for it making a long and hasty stride,
Rolled my eyes to observe
that I was in the green woods, the scene was serene,
Dumbfounded to find a
heavenly figure, called itself an angel, it had the sheen.
Curiously I asked,
"Tell me angel, who is the strongest person on this earth?"
Vision it created, a
fierce battle was being fought on the field of green swarth,
The fearless man won
the battle, I saw him directing himself towards me in his course,
Slowly out of the
dark he appeared, I saw the angel riding that greyish black horse.
Bewildered I asked
again, "Tell me angel, who is the happiest person, the one you know?"
Vision it created, I
watched a prince holding his throne, in the freezing cold winter snow,
He was an obedient
son, a benevolent and a loved ruler, and a true lover with an unmatched vim,
Inquisitively I saw, the
standing prince was again the angel, bowing down to me dressed in his prim.
Perplexed, so I asked
again, "Tell me angel, what is the most beautiful thing you have
seen?"
Vision it created, popped
out was a rose, idol of Nefertiti, diamonds that began to careen,
I had expected the
figurine of Taj Mahal or the mesmerizing Niagara falls, it had denied,
To my astonishment it
showed the snap of the angel himself, standing stiff holding its pride.
Failing to believe,
lastly I asked, "Tell me angel, who are you? From where have you
emerged?"
The angel spoke for
the second time, said "I am your angel" and suddenly it had
disappeared.
Horrified blue night,
I got back to my senses and saw myself staring at the mirror with predilection,
Ecstatic, realized, a
lesson learned when the angel departed, winking at me being my own
reflection."