I saw you in a dream,

Wondering through the green fields,

You were admiring the wilds,

Stunned by the sweet scent,

That the flowers sent


I saw you in a dream,

Hovering like a bird,

From yard to yard,

Me, you were missing,

The sound of your steps pleasing



I saw you in a dream,

Wearing a yellow dress,

You seemed to dislike stress,

In a scooter ride,

Looking like a bride



I saw you in a dream,

You were sitting beside me,

You left arm on my shoulder,

Whispers of love,

As our eyes move



6 a.m. in the morning,

The kitchen sink was frothing,

You were far in a wonderland,

It felt like a dreamland,

Opening my eyes, the dream was gone!

In a throbbing pace, the river flows,

Enclosed by the fence, the cow moos,

Across the bridge, next to the rose,

Standing on the ridge, our eyes cross



Water in the falls, pounding perfectly on the ground,

At the foot of the walls, lay pebbles round,

Scouring the sand, nature depicts its might,

Like a man mad, I stand watching it right



In the hand a red rose, beatific grin like a bride,

Stormy waves rise, inviting you for a ride,

In a low voice, humming a tune,

Evidently rejoice, on the cliff I mute



Hands locked together, fondly folded,

Not minding the weather, eyes momentarily blinded,

Like a movie star, keen to avoid a hiss,

Ending the perceived war, response a soft fond kiss



Resting on the bar, holding the rail,

One leg on the spar, an incoming mail,

Dad restless in the lounge, sitting on a mat,

Anxious for the launch, on his bald a hat

In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry

Past the congested lanes into empty backfields,
Beyond the horizons of philosophical wits,
Deep into spiritual contemplations,
I have dived against scientific theories,
On the wings of poetry

High up into the blue skies,
Vanishing from the serene coastal viewpoints,
To appear in strangely beautiful wonderlands,
I have flown against turbulent storms,
On the wings of poetry

Along the road not taken,
Feeding their souls with delicacies of my heart,
Of spirit soothing cold Coca-Cola drinks,
Enriching their minds as I took a flight,
On the wings of poetry

Adventurous journeys,
On high cliffs and up the snowing mountain peaks,
Evading the urban heat and pollutants alike,
Where no road, no rail led,
On the wings of poetry

When the world treats me with contempt,
Fear attacking, like armed gangsters ambush,
Love trashed, exchanged for disdain,
I have learned to build my plane,
On the wings of poetry

In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry