Imagination

Imagination Thursday morning! The weather is fine with my words. Yesterday, the muses hung up on my imagination. My little fade lines were out of focus. So I caught the train of lost metaphors, I found every single line incomplete; and my sad thoughts were evaporated. Get off from the train you ticket-less traveler! The simile said to me, You missed the train of thoughts, you’re all out now. I played the violin with the vibes now; I have to be voiceless, Till, my thoughts and muses return. This is the world alike. Butterfly stuck in between the lips, Should I kiss or not. `` I come from there and remember…….. I have learned and dismantled all the words To construct a single one: Home.’’ I imagine and dream of that moon buried in the lost grave. Yes, I am talking about the first language of all, survived from the waves.