When thoughts begin to form chains,
Enlightenment sweeps through immature mind,
when mind finds itself in paradise,
and when memories of past leave a tangling sensation on fingers.
The smoothness of leaves sliding on water is felt,
the sweet rubbing of pebbles heard,
the air waves soothe the tired heartbeat,
the warm light rays eliminates the darkness of troubled mind.
When big-bang of one's thought starts influencing us,
to an infinite sense,
thoughts seem to find way from universal language of soul,
to words painted blue,
When prosaic thoughts form Poetry...