There are sailors sailing beyond the shores of love;
The bearded poet sees the blushing lulls of his imagination to bully my logic.
He is a creative person who hoists the flag of legitimacy.
Dreams fill the void and blink at us.
The beams of love dry him up.
She is a passionate musician singing a lullaby for the forlorn dog and cat at home.
Michael Angelo fires his shots on a canvas.
Paintings live today to enact the moment.
I am a seeker.
My mind is silent.
Bubbles of light and shadows of the past
swing around the Aristotles of the East.
I dare to dream for all.
(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, October 13,2025)
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