Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts

April 17, 2008

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!

March 19, 2008

Dreaming the Dreams

(A continuation to 'Waving the Dreams Away'. Previously credited under the title 'Lines of Dreams, Depression and Rain'.)


Soon I got into some dreams,

As the rainfall patted me to sleep

With its soothing fingers

Amidst those olden dark cold nights.


I dreamt to brood then,

Hugging the chill within a nest

Built on a tree branch at a valley

Where no rainfall comes.


That was a time, unlike from

These nasty days,

When the Goddess Prakriti

Blesses me with full of sleeps and dreams.





Cursed are these days,

When not a night is kind enough

To give me some peaceful sleep
or
To show some wondrous dreams

Even in these wet rainy days.


The tiresome long nights

Might have forgotten

To see dreams.


There was the childhood, once

Got in to the depths of my thoughts

Usually to dance graceful, and

None of such things does

Care about peeping my thoughts

Nowadays!


The past seems forgotten, and

The dreadful black granite tower too

Shrouds itself inside the clouds of
Forgetfulness.

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