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.
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 Beautiful lines! Yes, when gloom pervades and we feel a captive, unleash your imagination and find that you are escorted to wonder lands of joy and cheer on its viewless wings! Lovely write, Savita! !
Loved reading those endless lines of imagination. Even me love to spend most of the life time in imaginary fantasy world, coz real world is so cruel. Dreams add colors to your life and hope emerges out of those rainbow colors, making life tolerable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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....so impressive with lofty theme. A beautiful poem is well executed.