imagination is something whose domain is beyond imagination…..but ironically reality does not let your imagination go free…
followin is a piece which i hope resembles a poem….
NARRATOR : a person’s imagination
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/*(WEIRD IMAGINATION) : */
sshhh….i have started my journey towards uncertain destinations…
i m traversing from oceans to cliffs….
from cities to towns….
across all the borders…..
HEY WAIT…..WATZ DIS..????? :O
Oh no!!….here i m….
busted by “INSPECTOR REALITY”….
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few moments……….
and i m on bail……
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/*(FANTASY) : */
this time i m taking my owner to the celestial bodies….
to the movie sets…..
to the restroom of Zeta jones….
and to the jamming sessions of Nirvana…..
HOLY SHIT , NOT AGAIN !!! :O
Oh no!!….here i m….
once again
busted by “INSPECTOR REALITY”….
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few moments……….
lolzz…..and i m on bail again….
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/* (ROMANTICISM) : */
PLEASE DON’T DISTURB
i m arranging a date for my master…
tonight he is goin to propose his love…..
AAAAAHHHHHH NOT NOW………. PLZZZZZZ…. :O
here i m
“AS ALWAYZ”
busted by “INSTECTOR REALITY”
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P.S 0: This is my first poem…
P.S 1 : I think after readin this piece anyone cud have guessd P.S 0…..
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