Fusion

© S K Iyer

It's not the mood -
It's the mind.
That works,
Sometimes fast,
Sometimes slow,
Sometimes it sleeps.
In the evening,
After a day's work,
Lying on my bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
I see pictures,
Like in a cinema hall -
Blurred images.
If there's an image
With some clarity,
So that I can at least
Make up what it is,
I pen it down.
Some like, some don't.
And when you like it
Our thoughts unite
A delightful moment
Of blissful fusion -
Of minds!
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