Invisible... Poem by poly Varghese

stepping to the blank idol,
invisible only to you
but not away....
imaginations are organised vision of emotions,
a narrow point never end up.
these are illusions like rubbish almighty.
moves on thorn rain on me,
these growing realization never dies with distraction of death.
tranquillity born when breath stops,
creation the word is ego.
you can only construct.
an organisations of available objects...