
Scattered from realms of reality,
Lies within a stone’s throw,
And sometimes as far as mind can imagine,
Keys to a land,
Where tantrums of time doesn’t thrive,
Where stardust of luck does seem real,
Inside bubble of mind.
Scattered from realms of reality,
Isolated and lost,
Locked out of a safe haven,
Where strangers surround,
Trapped without a way out,
I fall back, and find,
Keys to fertile imagination.
Poetry form :-Free style
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 207. Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge # 108. Thank you all for stopping by and reading .
Nice work! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you very much. Thanks for stopping by. ๐
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Clever use of the photo prompt!!
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Thank you very much, Val. ๐
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Very well written Kitty. Keys to imagination hold the answers to a poet or writers dreams. Thanks for joining in
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Very true, Ma’am. Thank you. ๐
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Youโre welcome my friend
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This key changes life – for good or bad. Good creativity leads to art. Hallucinations lead to mental illness.
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Very true, Ma’am. Thank you. ๐
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Lost and found ….by Aishwarya
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A poem for poets and creatives everywhere! Wonderful words, Aishwarya ๐
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