A dreamer's Schizophrenic jigsaw puzzle

Could you please see the outskirts of prismatic mind in decaying life
And the overgrown soul's overwrought.
Is this the end of an innocent's journey who struggles on his bitter picnics along the mysterious beaches to build a sand castle?

I humbly dedicate this scribble to the hawk-eyed Asylum officer who interviewed us harshly (beloved wife & myself) on the 17 th of April,2008 @ BCIS,1585, S.Manchester, Anaheim, CA.92505

Postscript
* 19 th of April,2008 @1300 Hrs.[Saturday, in the Anaheim Public Library]
My beloved hugged me early in the morning and whispered 'Hey! my wanderlust you have already reached the 57 th Milestone today.She tossed a penny in the painful sky.' Guess my honey head or tail? '
I said; 'Darling if we have the tail then there is no any problem at all.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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