Confessions of my feeble mind

How would I know what is it like to walk on moon? How would i ever know what does it feel like to hold the extra-terrestrial grains of sand? How would i know what it feels like to stare into empty,deep,black space yet knowing the world out there is illuminated in ways we cant even comprehend.?
Yet, I attempt,however feebly, to describe the hop on moon, the touch of its surface and and the faint twinkle in the pitch dark space.

How would I know what does it feel like to be with a woman? How would i know of the ecstasy of waking up with someone smelling as fragrant as morning breeze and as soft as fur.How would I , oh my modest master , know of the joy of holding someone in my arms and watch time fly by, when all I want of it , is to halt.
Yet I challenge myself into scultping that moment of beauty, of fragrance , of love. Yet I cajole myself into scripting a moment of eternal joy.


How would I , of all the incapcitated minds, know what it is like to wear that shiny silver armour. How would I know of the inherent melody in the hoops of a horse,raising a cloud of dust behind. How would i know the beauty of valour and death in battle field.
Yet I battle to ink the thrill behind the war cries and the pride of a steadfast knight.

I would never know.

Notwithstanding these physical barriers, I ,my master, shall be your servile. I shall homour thee with my flights of imagination.
We may not have had that moment of awe, of beauty or of valour but regret not master for ye shalt command and i shalt create. Thou may not touch, smell or see but rest assured, Thou shalt feel....................I , thy feeble mind, promises -THY SHALT FEEL!