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When the life woven in streaks of dreams
craft patterns blending colors for tomorrow,
my memories from the past melts
along with the mist, past my faded vision.

My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot prints
never stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.
My heart, like the reflections on dew drops
never stop following light, kindling the flare within

Like a lone child building the castle on the shore
far from the tide and the lingering wind,
hoping the night will drop its jewels over
I sit waiting in the shade left by the wise.


and ......


When I see the moon in full glory

Making mystic shadows on the flower buds eager to bloom

And the leaves start to stir the air making breeze that loom

To kiss me and hug me with its amorous wings

Slipping me in to a delusion, If I am for certain or in a dream




Sunday, September 15, 2013

Dreams


Every night differs,
So are the dreams they bring.
The shades of the darkness
Add depth to its quiver.
Dark colors, Light colors
They just create the mood.

Fuzzy figures and blurry faces,
Props and characters
They never wait to dissolve in to memory.
But some faces linger
Even beyond the dreams.
Unknowing, unwary eyes keep searching for them.

Dreams are two dimensional
That makes it a notch below reality.
You never know the time,
Or how long, it carries you.
But you always hear its tick
Like the tears dripping from a deserted tunnel.

Dreams don’t wait for us
We can only wait for them
We breathe the ocean and the roses
But it takes us to the mountains and the forest.
And when we dream to dream,
We are like the sand dune impeding the wind.
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