Posts Tagged: Dreams
Mostly it’s a space-time bubble When we meet- Our ages: some random integers, Our location: some random GPS setting, Our getup: one from some random novel. Rain, hail, snow or air – The Met department couldn’t get it. We meet
I feel alive even though it’s all dead, Like thoughts streaming from a zombie’s head. I am a star without skies, I cry without tears, Cause once I was captivated by those black eyes, But I still
Suppose I met you on an island Full of flowers Daisies and daffodils all waving To your breath The wind blowing gently Through a drizzle And the waves crashing hard On the other side of the island And I find
Here take this- This is your grocery for this week. Feed your dreams well! Let them grow strong and wild. Let them become handsome. And hide Your dreams from those Who become wolves in the night; For these spirits will
Broken heart, And pieces of glass- I throw them out of my window. Useless stuffs! A deflated basketball, And failed dreams- I sell them out to that street hawker. For a few coins. My rusted bicycle, And a
Maya. Let it go away- This damp picture in my mind! And let the distance and That rainy day Dissolve in the sand Of reason, And carve out an illusion Of a sea- beach on a sunny day, Where I
There was this wind. There is this storm. There was this freedom. There is this norm. There was this story. There is this blank. There was this ladder. There is this tank. There was this bridge. There is this wall.