Mind Palace

There is a world which only I know to exist

Dunno if its deep under

Or high above.

A blanket woven by waves and mist

A shirt stitched with clouds and thunder

This is what I wear there, along with a skirt of love.

He visits me there a times few

Sharing his stories which are down to the ground

While I try to bring my ears from the sky to horizon.

And, I know where his words grew

From the spot where the start of a rainbow is found,

This is where our brown eyes gaze each other in oblivion.

Just like others do

He comes and goes, the most frequent one

Because he has his own world totally different.

A thought stuck to my mind with glue:

Like you always stroll in by the setting sun,

How had I walked in your mind palace- like a twinkling star or moon crescent?