The Circle

I saw a dream in sleep last night,
And morning saw them realized!
Dream of hopes and enjoyment,
That shared the charm of solitude!

In the dawn I saw the sun that rise
And the mist drops glint in multitude!
The bird that hum by the Cuckoo’s nest
Told me the tale of nature’s bliss!

Total shine of the morning’s mirth
In step with the dream of yesterday!
And the hum of birdies’ fondness had
Shared the tone of the night in tune!

Noontime I left to the sands of sea
Where the sunrays bathe in twinkling wet!
I saw there the dimness that perchance
Due to the pass of morning’s grace!

The sands n’ Sea had striking solace
In the tune of night with dream n’ dark!
The glimmering petals of water drops
Wrapped up the depths of Ocean floor!

The evening time I spent in calm
With the numbness of the day in this end!
The moving figures that walk in front
Had not made anything in my mind!

The eve that waiting the dark in style
Wore the attire of gloom and shade!
The clinging cold of the nature be,
I suppose, made for the eve in special!

It’s the time of the sleep and dream
Has come as usual in the routine style!
The day and night have this much to say
To recur the steps of life’s circle!

The Princess’s Birthday Party

(Inspired from one of my dreams)


It was the Romantic Path
Again, this time too!
A heavenly Path,
With Cedar trees flourished
On both sides, and
Yellow leaves scattered
All through the tracks.

It was the City of Time,
The Kingdom of Dreams
And the heavenly Palace was ahead
To which I was moving.

I was a traveler to this city,
A visitor, uninvited and
A perfect stranger, who carried
The craziest thoughts of his age, and
The winged hopes with him.
Aimless, and helpless,
Foolhardy, and dreamy, with
Droopy eyes due to the weight of
The last night’s missed sleep, and
The unshaven face and shabby dress
With worn out apparels.

The strangeness was similar
To the city dwellers too!
They looked curious at the strange
Figure of mine, and
I too looked back with
The excited curiosity!

Soon, I knew, I too became
The part of the crowd, that moved
Towards the palace, ornamented
Highly with stones precious, and
Embedded with charming
Sculptures.

That current of the crowd
Took me to a hall in the palace,
The Diwan-I-Am, as it was called,
Darkened, yet illuminated with
Mighty chandeliers hung aloft, and
Lofty cherubs silhouetted.

It was the day of the Princess
That she turns seventeen, the sweet.
It was the party time for the invited, the
Courtiers, and I am, the uninvited.

There filled a soft music on the air,
And coloured smoke raised with
Fresh fragrances of Rose and Jasmine,
As everybody sat on chairs somewhere
And tasting the delicious, while
I too sat somewhere on the back
Less crowded and light diminished.

Arrival of the Princess, it was
To the hall played along by
Mates, who gossiped and giggled
A lot with the thunder of claps
In the utter amazement at
The beauty of the gown that she wore,
Ornamented and embellished by pearls,
The charming smile that made the
Courtiers mad, and above all,
Her gaze, dignified and majestic, and
Her eyes, graceful that drooped
A little downwards.

Walking through the hall
Among her admirers and
Without looking any, the Princess
Approached my side giving me
Some startle and embarrassment.
Straightly, wavering not even a little
She sat opposite me, and
Raised her eyelids to look at me
With her pretty eyes of inviting charm.
God, it was the moment that
The classics although the ages
Had praised a lot.

The charm of all lasted for a moment
As the images began to dissolve.
The palace, the hall and the charming courtiers,
The applause, the heavenly light, and music,
Everything began to vanish into thin air.

And still there I could see
Two bluish tinted eyes
Casting the dignified gaze
In front of my opening eyelids
Sharp and alarming and
Even prettier!!