Fluff of thoughts
formed at some random spots
gather speed and energy
create other rolling thoughts
revive dead and dormant ones
pervade profusely through the
thought tributaries of mind.
Waves of thoughts
interlaced with dreams
studded with desires
flavoured by moods in the
thought tributaries of mind.
Sitting on a cloud of dreams
paddling through the imaginary world
picking up scattered thoughts
oozing with glittering dreams...
Hang on a minute!
Am I having a dream of thoughts
Or...a thought of dreams? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you just a thought or are you a dream...?