Surrealism

I pen a tribute to my other world.I dream to veil my entire self in a hidden land of lot more dreams. Larger than life dreams. Larger than ever, you see !

I run across the roads and past the trees. No one annoys me. Suspenders and a sling bag go well with my strawberry.

I gently and slowly fill my papers with all that heart yields. Do I look like its all in here? No. I’m nothing but a book that has fallen from my mother’s womb.