i knead my Sunday dreams
on blank sheets and kites
that you paint with blossoms
of purple, red
and white.
these walls i build
high as to hide the sun,
you touch time
and turn them to bridges
in a while.
through that door which
i never opened,
you send me a lullaby
will you sing it again
when am lost in
the sea of mirrors
without a name?
will you?
In a bubble I blend,
to the rhythm of the sun,
in shadows I die,
to be that rain
which could pass the borders
and bleed with
the earth
to regain those leaves
where you
wrote my name.
like those secrets your lip holds,
the grains of sands lie dead,
shall i hold them
as they slip?
to make them the roots
of a tree that will
always remain.
the pages have changed
to paper boats and planes,
just like those dreams
you hide in that valley with no wind,
shall i call them back,
counting every changing
shade of seasons
to hold your hand at the
break of dawn?
shall i?
Monday, November 23, 2009
Paper dreams
i knead my Sunday dreams
on blank sheets and kites
that you paint with blossoms
of purple, red
and white.
these walls i build
high as to hide the sun,
you touch time
and turn them to bridges
in a while.
through that door which
i never opened,
you send me a lullaby
will you sing it again
when am lost in
the sea of mirrors
without a name?
will you?
In a bubble I blend,
to the rhythm of the sun,
in shadows I die,
to be that rain
which could pass the borders
and bleed with
the earth
to regain those leaves
where you
wrote my name.
like those secrets your lip holds,
the grains of sands lie dead,
shall i hold them
as they slip?
to make them the roots
of a tree that will
always remain.
the pages have changed
to paper boats and planes,
just like those dreams
you hide in that valley with no wind,
shall i call them back,
counting every changing
shade of seasons
to hold your hand at the
break of dawn?
shall i?
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I loved this.
ReplyDeleteThis seemed like something Mamta would right
maybe aazar
I cant think of anyone else whod fit the words but mamta really...
but maybe im losing my touch..to recognise..perhaps its been too long.
either way id like to know.
Btw i loved the picture too...i felt it blended perfectly for some reason with the poem.
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ReplyDeletePretty
ReplyDeleteAnd 3rd Stanza Beautiful,
Manisha
the fifth part was just superb.. this was really good.. started out a bit wobbly for me but as it went on it sure got better..
ReplyDeletethankyou people. glad to read from you all.
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