From the day
I was blest with the
boon of thinking
from the day I was blest
with the boon of
imagination
from the day, I got
sensitive to the happenings
around me
from the day
I started mixing my
fantasies and realties
from the day
my thoughts, imaginations
and fantasies
evolved into a pattern
from the day
I was blest with the rare virtue of
putting my feelings into white sheets
from the day
I started scribbling
little little things first
then big, big and big things
I have always cared
to ‘keep a flame of
madness’ in a corner
of mind
and am extra-conscious
to keep that flame intact…….
PS : Courtesy to Paulo Coelho
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