In the theatre of my mind, I play and roam,
Where voices bloom like flowers in the gardens of my soul.
Imaginary dialogues, a tapestry they weave,
As fertile as the earth, where endless thoughts conceive.
Like a river's winding path, my musings softly flow,
With each word and whisper, a secret world I know.
I'm a sailor on the seas, my mind the endless shore,
With characters as constellations, stories to explore.
In this grand symphony, I wear the playwright's cloak,
Crafting tales and fables, where imagination spoke.
With metaphor as my compass, and similes my guide,
I journey through the galaxies that in my mind reside.
So, fear not this world, where fantasy takes flight,
For in its boundless wonder, we find our inner light.
In the realm of introspection, where creativity is sown,
I find my peace, my solace, a world uniquely my own.
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
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