Living Into My Imagination Poem by M. R. Malik

You live into my imagination,
As young you are as old am I?
You dance, sing and reassure
Into my imagination!
You embroider my dreams and
touch my heart like the placid brook!

You whisper to my ears;
not a single word you uttered.
You come to my eyes and I could see you.
you affixed to my tears as diamond beats!
I wish to make them the wreath.
I shall wear you if you come in true hours?

You enslaved me because of my nostalgic
Emotions! But I am pleased to be your prisoner!
As I could see you in every moment.
You said me to come out of imagination
And I said you to meet me there.
I call you and you 'Humjan'...
Yet you have not understood me, dear.

Sometimes you lost in the depth of my imagination.
I horrify whether I find you or not.
My imagination is my own world
Where you can play and enjoy!