I love dreaming
I love dreaming About a place, Pahalgam, Where I whispered with a friendly breeze, Where I discovered the face of peace, Where I observed the fluttering wings Of colourful butterflies. I still hear the soulful music Of its river, the symphony Of our tolerance. I remember, a forest, collecting Pine cones as souvenirs, galloping A white horse in a meadow, Sitting on river boulders, Dipping my feet in the river, when no one Chained our steps. Here, across the oceans, I recall Everything: the sweet delights Of student life, camping Along the musical river, shuffling cards Of happiness, the comradeship, A neighing horse calling "I am here, where are you?". One day we shall return To that magical place, The gateway to the cave Of a deity, when no wailing Echoes from its valleys, When no grief plays on its flute. One day we shall sit, again, Along the river Liddar, breathing An air of safety, Under a white moon. Until then, we shall continue To carry the sack, Of our dreams, On our shoulders. @ https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ As I sit in a room thinking
As I sit in a room Thinking About the phantoms Of the past, The uncertainties of future; I imagine my mind, like a room, With two doors. First I see a tide of fears, a fog Of gloom, entering my mind Through one door; Then without letting them To take roots in the soil Of my mind, I watch my thoughts leave slowly Through the second door. ©️ https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ |
PoemsThese poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, Ireland and Canada.
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