O! the figments of woven dreams,where is thy home, who weaves the intricate motifs of emotions and feelings, O! fanciful dreams,where doth you take the mind, that palace in the heaven above, it isn’t home of mine? O! vagaries of thought, where rusheth you to the end, the terrain is rough and steep is the bend… O! illusive desires of the heart, which way you runneth the silvery cascade ahead , is the mirage of unreal claims… O!soulful heart, sing thy song of chimera which unveils the whimsies of every confused human of this era!!! Share this:TwitterTumblrFacebookWhatsAppEmailPinterestLinkedInTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related
Iam so delighted and touched that you liked and enjoyed the verse. Old English has its own fragrance. Reply
soumyav 
The old amer folk song: You gotta walk that lonesome valley/You gotta walk it by yourself
Thanks for sharing the precious song .
Simply brilliant. I am sure it will haunt my soul:)
Thank you so much Vishal. Always good to know you loved my lines
Wonderful poem, I am such a fan of the use of old English, very well done.
Iam so delighted and touched that you liked and enjoyed the verse. Old English has its own fragrance.
Good one Soumya! Lyrical and rhythmic!
So glad to hear from you Aparna!Hope you are fine
Good olde fashioned verse, chimera be darned 🙂
Thank you so much John!