Corridors Of My Mind Poem by Biswajit Basu

I wander alone dressed in resplendent light,
Through swirling clouds of evanescent haze,
Ghostly and suffused with myriad thoughts,
But they tauntingly elude my grasping gaze.

Each door opens to a new world, new views,
And so convoluted are these corridors,
Some sad, some happy some fearsome to behold,
But I cannot decide how to plot my course.

Why do I like these solitary forays?
Through undulating meadows of some lovely scene,
With beautiful clumps of blooming colour interspersed,
Foliage and flowers all crimson and green.

Waving tremulously, the lonely daisy I spied,
Gently tossed in the soft and fragrant breeze,
I peer intently at the beautiful world within,
As the bee sucks the honey in.

The waving blade of glass beckons me,
To tell him wither I had been,
He had many questions: the answers I do not know,
Like what my fate will really be.

So I walk through infinity of space and time,
Where no man has ever stepped before,
I look at these landscapes of the mind,
I lie down in this beauty for evermore.

So I wander aimlessly,
Through infinity to the infinitesimal in my mind,
The thrill of experiencing the doors that open for me,
To see what joy, sorrow or fear I find.