Loss of imagination

My exalted imagination
rejected every claim of true beauty
in the real world,
till, one day, it sees you and realises
it does exist in the world.

You are my imagination’s limit incarnated.....

There is a strange hopelessness and sense of loss
for poet in knowing that
what was a gift to only my imagination
exists in the real world too,
and my exclusivity on it is no more.

What is a poet who loses  ability to improve upon god’s creation......

With you only in my imagination
I felt strength and fulfilment of a poet-you were born of me,
now, with you in real world
I feel weak in my knees and deprivation of hungry-to make you of me.

That’s the thing about beauty:
in thought it blooms, and with it the thinker,
on touching it decays, and with it the touch.....

-Pulastya