On the yonder hilltop A cottage enveloped In silver sheets of rain Carrying the prickly touch And the aroma of pine trees I sit by the window Feeling the drops graze Dusty tiles on the roof An open book in hand I nestle in the lap Of candlelight dreams As time comes to a halt!
Wrapped in muslin Gentle dreams lie so still Spreading over eyelids Like a subtle touch of lace Vast longings, latent until Caressed by time and destiny Fresh buds unfold in glory Of spring in bloom, and All hopes glow crimson As petals of the Gulmohar Ablaze in the glare of summer!
I tripped over my dreams Sprawling on the rug As I stepped out of bed Unrested, nursing anxiety From visions splattered Across the dark walls; Clouding my head As I struggle to remember Nights of sweet slumber When the dreams were pretty; Now, they lie gasping For breath, to remain alive As our world turns into A living nightmare!
A spoonful of dreams Makes me think of All things sweet Yet I wonder what if They are sour or bitter Like memories, nightmares? Can I stir them into The cup of my life Without the fear of rousing Demons that I had denied A place at the table A setting in my mind!
A lonely childhood Peering outside Tracing frost fairies On a chilly windowpane Whispering a wish For tender icicle streaks To fly far far away! Her dreams grow wings Like gossamer butterflies When she touches them Powdery dust crumbles In tiny, empty hands Flickering like stars That drive her destiny
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