Saturday, March 8, 2014

A.M thoughts

 Illusions of your thoughts
Converts my sensible mind
Into convincing myself that,
I , belong .
Dimensions of your reputed mouth,
Feeds my sanity .
I , a mere thinker becomes an author to an unwritten book .
What is the reason to these doubts of reality ?
What is the cause that causes these cause to bloom into nothing but charades of fantasy ?
You, an epitome of a wildflower's imagination,
The craver for the ultimate conviction of life's understanding,
I choose to lay with you .

-Limatola Longkumer 

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