born of clouds
mind wanderer silent among
strays in its own colorlessness
floating away from the weight of life
carried by its soft breaths to
the mystery it longs for
a creation of endlessness
consciously and subconsciously drives it
to the dreamiest corners of self-deception
trapping it in a Room of Empty Reveries
amidst the broken shape of its words,
their inception and their aftermath.
Waseem Sherif © 14/07/2016
un-revised thoughts, again! courtesy of insomnia and a mind that thinks too much for its own good!