Genie in a bouteille!

After having searched under the rock,

On the moon, in the depths of the blue whale's abdomen,

Still waiting patiently for a tiny stir or murmur a whole new crescent and over,

What did I leave unexplored was the new thought...what could I possibly do

Then and only then after all that

A tiny bottle which held an ocean of the world, surfaced

And as potent as the genie in the bottle,

Emerged those dozen adventures of yours..

I had foolishly, strongly and vehemently

Held fast onto the notion...

That your magic was for my eyes to behold.

The colossal pack of cards fell then

I broke down , sobbed for my loss

The magic was never meant for me

But the search definitely is...now I delve in the bottle