Can there be
blue stars?
Can there be
a red moon?
Can there be
a white sun?
Can there be
a green sky?
You may call
them false dreams,
You may call
me stupid,
They sure are
figment of intuitive mind,
Yet I would like
to imagine the unreal.
What you see
may not be real,
It’s real to
you because they said so.
What you hear
may not be real,
It’s real to
you because they said so.
Open up your mind’s
eye,
Open up to
the unseen,
Craziness is
just imagination uncontrolled,
But I would
still be called stupid,
It doesn’t
matter anymore,
For I feel
being crazy is better than being unreal.
Cheers
and Peace ~ Vijay Shenoy A.K.A #GabbyVJ
it's better to be crazy in a 'poetic' way like this!
ReplyDeleteNice poem.
-Portia
Thanks Portia... Nice to see you visiting my blog after a log gap... been wondering where did you disappear :)
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