Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I don't know what but,
It kills me when I am a bit late;
And the train of my biggest dream,
Just left the station a moment before.

I really don't know why?
I always get inspired,
When I think myself sinked into the 
World of imagination.

I stay there like I never wanna come back.
I really live myself and no one else.
But when someone knocks me out;
From that big compartment of my imagination,
Am I really shocked?

I try my best to hear that knocking again and again.
And amazingly, for me it repeats.
From the world of imagination to the real world, Am I shocked thinking about the differences?
My heart beats like beating at a iron wall.
And imagination takes my heart;
While the reality is like iron wall.
But can I tilt the iron?
As I can't tilt the reality!
But just the opposite is with imagination.
 For I can tilt my imagination to any level I want!
But now, as I am really shocked...
Are you also shocked,
To know that "YOUR imagination gives  birth to future's reality"?