As my mind relaxes I hear a song,
I am in a phase of total solitude,
Calmness sets in rhythms unheard of,
Light waves of strings playing all through,
Tuning my mind to these vibrations,
I take in the energy the sounds bring to me….
Sometimes I am in loss of words to write,
My imagination takes me away far,
I bring myself back to the present,
Other times it goes blank and there is nothing to be written,
Expression of thoughts is not easy,
Drawing that mental picture,
Watching that beautifully turn into words,
Then comes the excitement when words just flow,
Writing is like when you paint,
You start with a line,
But at the end the entire picture is unveiled….
Paint a picture in your mind,
A stroke of paint with your brush,
Start with a curved line,
A mix of colors to make it more vibrant,
Plant your next stroke with the brush,
Use your imagination to take that final stroke,
And Voila! you have a master piece……
Called as a wizard, spell caster or a magician,
He creates a stage of illusion,
Audiences are entertained by tricks of the mind,
A dream come true to many,
The magician performs his greatest acts of performance,
Waves his magic wand in the air,
Speaks magic spells and things come out of thin air,
A performance specially crafted,
Drawing the crowd to the elaborate charade,
Though none can see the deception,
Executing the greatest trick up his sleeve,
He captures the audiences with his invisible charm,
Ends with a gentle bow and a standing ovation from the crowd…
The mind can travel anywhere to any place,
Create stories and experience life in a different way,
Build over places visited in reality and dreams,
Create our own colorful world fill it with imagination and life,
Be any season we can create spring,
The mystery and the curiosity to venture to the unknown,
When imagination and creativity get together a writer is born..
Floating in space, weightless,
What a view of the world beneath,
Can you hear my voice,
Can you see me out there,
A void of nothingness till far far away,
And a bright light that shines,
Is it your smile that I see that lights up the space,
Is it your face that brings a smile on mine,
My imagination takes me out there,
Mind is free and I begin to realize,
I am back at the same place where it all began,
And its all just a dream…
Two people set on their way to discover and gain the fame,
To discover an unknown city,
As they went ahead they lost their way,
The map all old and faded ,
With nothing or no one to help they used their instincts,
Finally they reached a big tree the roots were deep and old,
This was the first point to the unknown city,
They lay beneath the tree for shade,
They continued their journey from there,
The sound of water could be heard nearby,
This was the second point,
They reached the beautiful waterfall,
And had a quick swim to feel refreshed,
They saw a old boat lying at the corner,
They got on the boat and paddled their way,
Behind the waterfall was an open space,
Leading to a different world,
There were modern buildings,
Modern architecture,
Flying cars and take away in air,
Was this the future they had come to,
They were surprised,
They came back out of the waterfall to make sure they can go back to their real world,
When they tried to re-enter the waterfall again something was different,
This time the city had vanished in thin air to never be found again…..
A small cottage lay in the forest,
Surrounded by streams,
Enclosed between tall trees,
Chimney smokes,
Whistles heard,
Smell of food,
When wind blew across,
It would open the windows,
Bang the doors creating a loud noise,
Inside the cottage was a cozy fire place,
Where one could sit around,
An old couch with a center table and some old books lying around,
The cottage had some paintings,
The walls had some weathering,
A beautiful vase with fresh flowers gave an aroma away,
One could also smell a cauldron of fresh soup ready cooking away,
At one corner,
There was a wooden rocking chair and an old lady sat there,
She was knitting a sweater and humming a tune,
She got up and left the room,
Took her walking stick and went to her store room,
She used a key to unlock a box,
She opened it with excitement,
Out came an old diary which had her thoughts,
With a bookmark in the middle,
She lays her eyes on a picture of a young man,
Tears across her cheek for its her son that she never meets,
She closes the diary and leaves,
Resumes her normal day as it is….
“Your thoughts can take you to places which are created by you and exist only in your reality”
Dream of a dream that fills your heart with joy,
No expectations or failures to make you cry,
One dream that is for you and only yours to be,
You play all the characters and build a story,
One where your wishes come true and nothing to regret for,
You go on and build the dream where you can be whoever you want to be,
You climb the mountains or trees, cross over many seas
Be the stars, the sun or the moon in the sky,
Be a bird ready to fly,
The dream is your own space to be…
Creative Envision 