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!
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April 17, 2008
The 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.
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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