Strange threads

Even when things are pretty black & white, I tend to live her time through thoughts & imaginations. The feeling is strange as it strengthens the concept of 'lost love of divinity'. If the lonliness of soul is for real, then the various 'wells of life' deserves respect in the name of the Absolute.

Your life through my spark

Imagination surmounts the real life winds
The past stabs the present in future spots
The sun burns the stars; the thought digs the love
Among the fight of real, unreal & Self; I die
Every moment, every smile & every known breath
I live there in my time, I spread here for your space
Hooked to the clueless bonds, I wonder the precious song
In loving melodies & meloncholy screams of lonely soul
The divine, perhaps, is at work; the devil may be in action
But Truth seems nearer; Oh! It exists in a different world