Trance In Imagination Poem by Savita Tyagi

When life depresses
And barriers become hard to climb
Trance in Imagination

When moans and groans
Possess the golden years
Challenging and treacherous
Become old age curves
Play in your imagination

When body is frail and mind stunted
Even a wash of WD 40
Fails to loosen the muscle
And ligament of rustic joints
Run a marathon with your imagination

If eyes peep into blankness
And no perceptions to register
Yet mind is seething with emotions
Let ambrosia drip in your heart
From a cool sieve of imagination

When every day becomes a struggle
Like of a tired soldier
Just walking home from battle field
Not wanting to figure out
What was lost or what is to be gained

Weary heart wishes to have a long rest
Yet there is no rest or peace
Only a dull brooding mind shackled
In misery lone and insane

Know that all is not lost
To that pain and anguish
If one could rant the gloomy mist
And find courage to walk through it
Mind will find an escape route

The gates of imagination will
Crank open with some effort
To dwellings shrouded in fog
Erected above the precipice of time

Let the imagination roll
Like a gush of rain water
To break the fence physical
And release the walled in mental

See what a fascinating sight
Lies in its glorious might
Shimmer of gold upon a rosy dawn
Trinkets of silver on the mountain top

Riding of waves on ocean's breast
Flying with Robin from empty nest
There in the blue sky of air fragrant
The light cures the thought malignant

It is a castle of subtle imagery
Open to all regardless of agility
In its arena what gods can't perceive
Imagination play fully conceives.