Mystic river..............

Sitting on the clouds floating and floating,

my heart beats, it beats to the rhythm of the wind.

I fly through the seven skies,

into a world that has never been seen.

A world of mist that has an entrance but no door to leave.

The mind dazzles with the beam of light,

the shining colors that seep through...

playing games with your eyes,

making you drown into fantasies,

fantasies we build within our mind...........

what is to live and what is to die

is a question that no one can bind.

For we know,

death is the door to this mystic land.....

where the glittering stars show you the path;

only to make you get lost again,

in this mysterious maze!

This is the land of mystic river

where your pains flow away,

but you can only enter,

never can you go away......