Sunday, 1 April 2012

My brainworm*

You are a walking novel
Or maybe a piece of poetry
Created by the gods
Just before the mind was able to give birth to an idea

You are a fairytale
That no one could decipher its ending

You are a rare piece of art
I was holding in my palms
That transformed from static to the living
When I whispered to it ‘you’re beautiful’

You are a concept in my mind
A complex bouquet of nerves
Clutching together in most strange of ways

A brainworm

Once developed into a butterfly
Will fly away and set my mind free

Till that day comes
In my head, good vibes you breed