Wednesday 3 June 2015

Mortal

In  flood of  thoughts
I try to swim, 
sinks my nostrils
and emotions run to the brim…
Like a web woven with fine threads
knotted is the mind
in vivid imagination
castles are  built
the biggest of them
collapses
 without prior intimation
like a deck of cards fall
while staging like a palace
so appear the dreams
temporary and mortal.