PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In the beginning was imagination.

There was toil, failure and was limitation.

And a ruler who grew up into a king,

on the flesh of his own people.

Helpless humans sought a shelter in the womb of imagination

an ox later was born who, some asserted,

carried the globe on the tip of his horn

then transformed into emperor, ruling worlds and worlds

And kept on growing to blew up

, having swelled beyond limits, into super bubbles.

On the blast,

the dreamers shattered into groups,

each group, seeking comfort and a hope,

fell in love with a bubble.



They need to interact but fail to communicate

Ending up with a conflict and a clash.



Each group, for support, calls upon a super bubble

and while waiting for an aid

they get busy in a raid and anti-raid.

But in some minds, on occasions, throbs a wonder, deep inside,

Too feeble and too weird to pop up: Is it all phony?