akshayadas’s blog

rolling in the cradle,

within the closed eye lids;

in the deeper fathoms of the sea,

under the oceans seventh layers;

dreams were rolling;

cascading into the cliffs of the thought;

Imagining, Imaging within the closed door

process of thought;

I was trying to catch a glimpse of the vision.

the soul was flying into the oblivion,

the cliff was moist,

full of cloud & drizling droplets of rain,

glistening with the shining sun;

the soul afloat in a dream land,

sailing through the dark waters;

bottled into a cocoon,

waiting for a blast of the bubbles;

the unknown palpitations,

beatings across the hearts;

going unheard;

reflecting mirrors or memories,

lost in oblivion, lost in vision;