My boat of imagination

I await my red boat with white oars,
that I envisioned in my childhood,
golden rays glided along the simmering water
welling up to swing my boat towards me,
once relax with a book in hand, my hat
perching stylish on my forehead look on.

The symphony of the twittering birds,
merges with the gurgling river, my cheeks
turn crimson as the light brighten the
orangy skyp, drawing zig zag patters amidst
the thick woods that line the banks.
Shade granted by the book in hand,is a
welcome guest

Beautiful elongated, fingers, occasionally
play with the floating vegetation; visitor
eels and strangers of the water world. A swarm
of butterflies carry me away to the
bridge of colours that slides down into the
lake of laughter where the fountain of bliss caress.

A peck in the ocean I see, could it be my boat
My boat of imagination!

Success needs no explanation: Baffled

Success needs no explanation: Baffled

Baffled

You are right, thats a lost , stoned look.
Beyond the unstaring eyes lies
a life that halted to tick!

Staring into nothingness;
living an era that has gone by
yet alive and brimming to the verge!

Enchantingly captivating, lead on
by the power of the stars, the heart
strings tugged, bliss in abundance!

Beginning at the end, the beginning yet
to bloom, the anxiety throbbing heart
spell bound watches the belief in hope!

Yes, stoned I am! As a stoned can be!!!