Who cares for black and white?
Start from the shades of grey
Sweetest of all surrenders
Believe in imagination.*

In an ideal setting the mind should rush form past to future  to merge  finally into something called  present . However the reality principles follow another path. The thoughts rush from all three domains and we can't make any distinction which comes first or which comes last. In our minds it’s the bizarre flow and rush in the synapses, the chemicals the receptors never in an unidirectional fashion but to and from every nook and corner like a web. I always believed that the imagination is nothing but the extension of reality. Just think how easy the life would be if we didn't have the power to distinguish the reality from imagination. It would be  the moment of bliss when every night the psyche would be in unison with the surrounding.Through some means if we could break that thin ice layer defining the boundary of real and imaginary; the mind would have a different face. What if the imagination could give the same intensity of the perception (like hallucination, the luxury of few lucky ones) in the mind of all the individuals with simple the stimulus of thought?  When I think about the dinner at French restaurant with the fine quality wine and if taste buds could  sense them then the world would be sane. Some say sanity is the idealized fiction. By all the permutation and combination, deriving from my insanity, I came to a conclusion that the world is waiting to end that fine line - tripod of mind in unison .I dun think it takes much to ask!
Well just a thought …
-PS

He was a flower then
thorns is what he became
the diamond turned to coal
life ain't  a discotheque
lights are never real
darkness is absolute !

the heart pounds
air pipe is choked
sweating  river
runs down the spine
trembling hands
something is not right
**** anxiety!

I learned to fly with the wings u cut
Euphoria doesn't come that easy
The wounded psyche still cries for help
Neurons they seek the utopia we created!*

..the utopia of hope with the foundation of love, the abstract mere thought .How could anyone build a world in foundation of abstract in a rational world  but if we watch, the civilization is a result of mere thought .We dare to think and a new world is created. Well with the broken psyche and the thought of thinking a new thought I entered my work place. The sounds of society were humming; the cacophony of ward is what I enjoy most. The veins are punctured, the tablets distributed .All I see around are the people, people in different world; the world that is in their minds. Outsiders have labeled them insane. If listening to your brain is insane, if being happier than others is insane; if being lost in your own world is insane then insanity must be a religion........but thanks to medical science and thanks to the trained doctors we still bring people to what we feel is normal .Now my only question is - who are we to decide what is normal and what is not. Normality is highly over rated. If we believe the starting of civilization to be normal then why not move towards the apocalypse. We have a tendency to keep the average as normal. What can society measure by the rules that it created. How can u judge your own facet by the measurement system that you created? That is the flaw I find. The question arises again and again !  All we advocate is free world but I differ, I say why not free mind. Stop measuring thought and stop analyzing brain. John Nash had beautiful mind. Thanks to Ron Howard and Akiva Goldsman... There might be thousands are John Nashes all around the world popping prescription pills and waiting to reboot their brain.
Well just a thought……
-PS

How I wish I could swim in the lake of your words
bathe in the spring with your floating lyrics
those  dew drops of fresh morning
reflecting thousand suns
how I wish I were the only audience of your poetry book
your words  pouring over me like old french wine  
addicted  to your ink  than  personal ******* !

And then you come in the evening with all your charm
the more I restrain the more I fall
virtual life in your  arms is my only reality
my paradise  of love and portal to divinity  

I am lip-drunk in our fantasy marathon  
the parade of  promises  and the race of dreams
the world broken but  mended stronger
I burn in passion of fire in virtual reality !