Sculputed Out Of Thoughts. Poem by Anirbit Mukherjee

It is here since i thought it is here,
It will be here till i think it is here,
Captured in the web of my thought,
Captures the course of my mind.

In the confines of the infinite,
In the bounds of the boundless,
Lies its freedom to span my life.

Under the shelter of the unfathomable,
Beneath the infinite azure of hopes,
There lies the pearl of my infinite,
Confined in my finite moratlity.

I shall wait for the oyester to wake up,
In the depths of the bottomless ocean,

I shall wait for it to see the pearl
Woven out of my thoughts,
Crafted and nurtured,
By the golden shimmers of reality.