Origami in the imagination,
flourishing ideas surface ,
sailing paper boat moves swiftly…
in the muddy waters along the gate….
jumping,sliding through the waves,
getting stuck on every bend,
little boat of imagination,
floating innocently in the rains…
down she moves,turns around,
waits for a second and spins to the ground,
again she gets a push from behind,
the queen of dreams sets sailing forthright.
waits for a second and spins to the ground,
again she gets a push from behind,
the queen of dreams sets sailing forthright.
watching the boat and pursuing the trail,
getting wet with the drizzling queen,
running after the white sail,
crossing and leaping each puddle….
Innocent minds run after the boat,
the beautiful one of origami shown,
without fear of any sort,
the little ones follow their dream path…
soumyav 
So beautifully described and in a fun way…you create a very vivid imagery.
Thank you Suraiya! you enjoy whatever I write! 🙂
Indeed i do…..for you have so many interesting and varied topics….i like your versatality and the way you use your words. 🙂
wow! great compliment for me …and my words..I often feel it must be monotonous for the redaer to read my poems..
No! No monotonous poems in your blog Soumyav. This one is extremely good and I enjoyed reading it. Thank you and well done. Ralph x 🙂
Thanks Ralph for visiting and reading my poems..Iam happy that you liked them. 🙂
beautiful
Thanks
always different and elegant thoughts ,,, nice and a bit funny 🙂 🙂
Thank you dear and glad you enjoyed. 🙂
Amazing!
🙂 thank you
My pleasure !
Once i made a boat, and sailed it in the sea,,
Had an amazing journey, Just me and she.
Sun sat early that day, and moon stayed longer..
Counted the starts, she danced, while i hold her,
Until the stars, disappear and vanish, probably shy,
In the dawn of yet another start, magnificent sky.
shore came early to my expectations.
May be i was in love with the sea, stars falling,
may be the water was frozen, calling..
may be the stars were shy, and sky, grey
may be dawn was there to stay..
my boat was wounded and i was cold..
but for the sake of it all, and you, i hold
Once i made a boat and sailed it in the sea…
That was a wonderfully written verse. so touching and sweet!Thanks Rishabh!
🙂
Yes, that sweet and fragile….Looking up from sailing, my life feels like soft paper on water….
So nicely put on dear! thank you so much for such a wonderful perspective.
At the first read, I took didn’t think anything other than a sweet little kid playing with a paper boat! But I knew it was not that was in. I could then see DREAM as materialistic as never before! Powerful! 🙂
Thanks Pankaj! yes Indeed it is about our dreams which we dnt let out and flow as they want to ,if allowed they can create a sense of happiness.
So very true!