Dreaming Real

Falling through the dark and distant dream,
Failed grasps aimed for branches supreme,
Thoughts crossed over as the reach recedes-
Landing on the moon may need newer creeds,
Waving above were the leaves passing by
And twinkles smirked while blinking an eye.

All this while the ground grinned below
To greet another fall on its hard pillow,
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.

Falling through the dark and distant dream,
Failed grasps aimed for branches supreme,
Clouds crossed over as the black globe spins,
Stealing the moon as if hiding its sins,
Some leaves fell down some towards the sky,
Though none reach out like wings to fly.

All this while the ground grinned below
To greet another fall on its hard pillow,
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.

And the fall gave away all nearby dreams,
Laying on the back drowned in the screams.
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
And the fall gave away all nearby dreams,
Laying on the back drowned in the screams.

And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.


Image by 52 Hertz


The Four-Letter Mystery

The age-old question remains open,
Why they fall in love again and again?
Hearts racing against each other?
Smile accompanying a small gesture?
An unknown feeling like the known?
Or that chill within each bone?
The drop of rain hitting your cheek,
While the gloomy cloud becomes weak?
Is it the river of guilt that flows,
When time gives mighty blows?
Beyond all good and bad, is it there?
If not then why – “All is fair…”?
Are ribs stronger than the heart?
Caring only toughens the part.
Don’t know if it’s once and forever,
Or can be found in any other corner.

Three magical words put the spell,
Which rings in the cupid bell.
A smile can cure anything, they said.
But the curve costs a lot, I’ve read.
Walking along the path together,
You can’t keep track of the weather.
Cause though it’s easy to make one smile,
Making them cry doesn’t take a while.
Memories fly in and nests cry out,
All the good times, out the stars shout.
So love, to me, is a mystic being,
Which leads me to ask one thing:
That field Rumi wanted to reach,
What if it only failed to teach?
That you may love and keep on loving,
There prevail ideas of right-and-wrong doing.


Image by A Hopeless Anachronism


Another Night

Stars gazing back at them,
Lights of an ancient realm
Beckons here a future tonight
Bringing such a lovely sight.
Dreams living side by side
Though it ain’t a smooth ride,
But vows don’t promise so,
Roses wouldn’t let thorns go.

Another night, here comes another night,
Let’s hope another night will glow,
Another night, here comes another night,
Let’s help another rose to grow.

Hand in hand is all that stays
When time finds bumpy ways,
Lay under the sky thus they
Without having much to say,
Sea of hopes drowning along
All wrong chords of the song,
Fluttering hearts chirp so gay
Like wind greets cloud every day.

Another night, here comes another night,
Let’s hope another night will stay,
Another night, here comes another night,
Let’s bring another wave to the bay.

The eyes can make pearls dull
As they shine with regrets null,
Her hair breezing by his face,
And her smile with all that grace,
His scent brewing beside her
And the touches of his finger,
On her head trying to weave
A lovely dream they sure will live.

Another night, here comes another night,
Let’s hope another night will relive,
Another night, here comes another night,
Let’s weave another dream to believe.


Image by Vane


Few Steps Away

Still remember the easier times
Of drawings, digits and rhymes,
Those being the only hardship
Nowhere else would you slip,
Be it laughter or a stupid smile
There won’t be any inept style,
Making people happy was easy,
Silliness could make them breezy,
Speak your own mind you could
And none would find you rude,
Smart you were with your nature
Not the dress or how you picture,
Dreams flew as high as a kite,
The wrong never seemed right,
Demand was short and simple,
The toy store could carve a dimple,
No need of hiding while you cry,
‘Sorry’ would be enough for a try,
Strangers never mattered anyway,
‘Behave yourself’, no heed to pay,
Simpler was time and simpler we
And be anything we wanted to be.

Easier the rhymes have become
Easier to draw or solve a sum,
Why is then the dimple so far?
Each demand brings a new war,
Your dress sure speaks for you
But the smile in eyes is due,
Always afraid of being wrong
That you may sing a new song,
LOL say your fingers although
The face disagrees you know,
As you look before you leap
Can notice that others peep,
Tears are something to fight,
Hide your feelings you might,
Harder to put a curve on a face,
Stupid jokes can’t find a trace,
So much for what we want not,
It isn’t enough what we got,
Still remember the easier days
And thus the mind silently says,
Somewhere in between the kites
Our dreams took new heights.


Image by Rakicevic Nenad