My Imagination, you might call Insane

My imagination, you might call insane
The cloudy sky, all set for rain
Is actually brown that you all see blue
As my eyes see with a different view
It’s a barren expanse with cloudy bumps
God uses it for waste dumps
Then splash some water to clean and drain
Which you ignorant think it’s Rain!!

My imanginagination, you might call insane
Wondering about the beautiful fountain
Is it to sprinkle joy and some fun?
Or is it some fissure in deep mourn?
With all its force it tries to control
Instead of helping you enjoy the galore
We all take showers and play near the hole
Do any of us ever hear its soul..

My imagination, you might call insane
But when I see paintings I relate in my brain
Masterpieces you call them and adore
Have you thought of the painter’s abhor
When mindly fights go off control
He then sketches to summarize it whole

My imagination, you might call insane
That’s how I see world
Every aspect I pertain
After all perceptions, I then claim
Its true anguish with a new name!
My Imagination,
You might call insane!