Tomorrow

Like a scarlet leaf caught on the east wind
I loitered aimlessly, wherever the life took me
Before I could touch the ground, you came
Came in like a hurricane and blew me away
Away with you, to the skies,
Skies, where I thought I didn’t belong

My illusion faded to reality
As I stood holding your hands
I got lost in your eyes,
drowned in your gaze
Just to find myself.

On this special day, I confess
I confess that I am yours, every bit of me
And I promise, you will be mine
As long as you want

Hold my hands and walk with me
Towards eternity,
Let the void swallow us
Let us drown to the place we want to be
Let us drown in tomorrow

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Sonnet in the winds

Entrenched I was in my plodding reality,
She swooped in like a sonnet in the winds
Lifting me to her distant dreamy world

Conscious dream (The banyan tree – II)

Read the first part here: The Banyan Tree – I

 

The sky painted blue

Yellow lantern rising

Its rays waking wings

Sparkling dew on green carpet

He skipped a puddle

Towards the big floating branches

I could watch him all day

His soft hair, his stubble

 

He sat near me silently

His eyes reflecting my face

A small curve on his lips

With his back touching the

Banyan tree, he took my hand

Within his hands

No words exchanged

 

I turned my face away from his

As he slowly leaned onto me

Its not really a good bye, he said

My eyes went watery

The war isn’t easy,

And all the life it has claimed

Sacred isn’t a word enough

This banyan tree has been our sanctum

With myriad memories flashing

I choked

 

He said nothing

Kept mum, shifting slowly

‘Oh Mike!’ I gasped,

as he slowly slipped

A ring onto my finger

 

to be continued…

The Delusion

I slowly raised my hands
The grim monitor came to life
Trying to reach the far away sky
I reluctantly pressed the keys
The hopping rabbits played with the dew
When I reluctantly switched between apps
As the cold zephyr brushed my face
I flipped through documents
I took the flute in my hands
Opened its cap and started to write
Birds chirping to my tunes
I corrected and re-corrected my writings
I wanted to fly too
Sitting in my office chair