" Remember, I kept it on hold;
   Wrote few leaves, so did I fold.
  Let my heart out, to let it back.
  I'll ride the brain, with thoughts intact. "

" The ink imprints the hand,
   As I ride my mystic horse of the land.
  Lush minds aside let alone imagination,
  The abyssal wonderland is up for introspection. "

" Barren was it once and once white,
  Not high and low's delight.
  Not even a year with rain,
  Nor a year with light. "

" I agreed one day to reap,
  All the riches, lush and loots.
  Oh! Did I venture! Oh! How I ride!
  The mystic horse was by my side. "

" Bare as it was once,
  It bloomed in radiance.
  What was once a boredom,
   Became all's plight. "

" A year without rain,
  Yet it shone it's light.
  I remembered that day,
  The plough, the riches, the thoughts and all the loots. "

" The mystic horse galloped as we raced away,
   To reach the stars that lay beneath.
  I read some that touch my feet,
  To wish some that fall . "

" But little did I know it was to end,
  I grabbed my horse to journey the den.
  I painted the aura, painted the vision.
  But did I painted 'the current' ? "