Dream away

Your voice wakes the wild nature in me

You sing and your lyrics touch my soul

I love the moments you looked over your shoulder

To catch my stare; as you danced and laughed


You dress like the rare tulips that grow on our farmyard

Fresh and delicate as pink, lively as the green bean pods

Scenting the room with your flowery perfume

We walk on the beach, you leading the dream, our dream


And when the nights come upon our weary selves,

You make me close my eyes and dream away


Love muse

Loving you feels like the touch of the calm sweet night breeze,

Blowing on the open green fields where wild roses grow

Loving you feels like a voyage through the wide blue sea,

Where dolphins, drift with the wind and whistle their songs

Loving you will be a blissful dream come true

Such that we journey also, through our imaginations


The Rains lullaby

I can feel your presence each time you flash through the skies

Blowing raindrops on my window panes

The rain drops beat the drums, you sang wordlessly in support

Now I see you draw images behind my cottoned curtains;

Sketching trees sometimes and a phantom with huge pitchforks

With the rains you came, searching our bodies,

Lifting heavy curtains high and blowing soft airs at us

As the rains fall, you followed her unsteady drift, here and there

Causing the candlelight to dance her merry heart out

And to the townsmen a reason to snore away their days stress


Evening of tales under the Mango tree

Mild breezes welcome the evening

As clouds sail, birds fly away

No one is happier than the hamlet children

For them, it was a time to travel,

Time to travel through stories,

Time to see places

And time to put the days burden off


Pile of tree leaves serve as seats

Children go about, searching for nice spots

To sit…

On their way, they pick handful of leaves

Some gather more than they need,

Maybe for their friends or siblings

The evening wind talked of a coming rain

But the children knew the evenings tricks

When finally she came around,

The old story teller with her walking stick

Everyone sat down,

The only sound will be the creaky stool

Which the story teller tried to sit on


With a warm smile she welcomed all
Then she broke into a common song

And the children sang happily with her

This was their moment and when the tales began

Half of them slept on their siblings laps

Dreaming away, of those places granny told of,

Of lands far away, where golden wheat grow,

Of places where grapes are coated in sugar,

Of lands where grows great flower fields,

With the sun painting shadows of them

So that the shadows look like scarecrows

Now, they dream also of chocolates, fruits

Of everything that can make a child happy

They dream of places where girls laugh when they dance in farm barns

And the trees drop all sweet candies


But then, each evening of tales

Grows each childs fantasy

And act as a sweet lullaby