Sitting quietly behind my bundles of imagination

Unnoticed, torpid lies my unfinished creation..

Waiting apparently for the incrustations to be turned,

curious but patiently noticing all my thoughts getting churned,

the Scintillating vibes of adventures are buried somewhere deep,

But bubbles of fantasies 

Still scuffle and peep ..

Wondering why I'm so incomplete, left alone in void 

Wandering, roaming isolated in the virtual streets.....

like a portrait so paranoid .......