You stealthily tip toe

Into my consciousness

And throw your smile at me

Gently, gently, gently

Smear my face with its fragrance

And all the lies

Of the world

Get demolished

Like a sand-castle

And we in a catamaran

Of you and I

Sail towards eternity

In the dreams nurtured
During the Day
And in the night  
Birds of hope soar up
Take wings from the dried branches
With their hearts sore
For far below near the roots
There are leopards
Controlling their flights
Playing their roles
With their fingers in the holes
On the flutes of freedom.

The tiny leaves
Have made a yellow carpet
From their fall (they do not know);
We are walking on it
The crunchy carpet,
Every step is answered
With a crisp reply
Straight from the crunch
Experienced through life,
Lived  through all weathers,
Has made the fall so light and brisk!