At dawn you greet us with bird songs,
energise our spirits, with the first rays
of sunlight, to overcome the hurdles on our paths,
to steel our resolve against your vicissitudes.
At noontide you sweeten our pain of daily struggles,
rekindle our dying desires with the warmth of the sun,
allure us with the sweetmeats of hope, and display
the illusionary rainbows to our heart's contentment.
At eventide we eat the bread kneaded by our sweat,
drink the wine of our desires, draw the comfort
for our tiring bodies, and prepare to sow new seeds
of hope in the fields of our dreams.
Then next day, again, besotted by your seductive baits,
hypnotised by your new dreams, we forget
your deceitful nature, we forget the approach
of your unbecoming sister.
We are sitting, in a dream,
On a wooden bench.
During the day
I carried the image
Of my dream: the face
Of the pond, the dewy eyes
Of the evening, the soft-mouthed
Breeze, the freshness
Of the air, the fragrance
Of the moment, the flutter
Of the fallen leaves,
The twittering of birds,
And the warm touch
Of your hand.
As the evening approaches,
Carrying the weight
Of my dream, I concur
Dreams float free, like buoys,
In the deep sea of our minds,
Pointing to our sunken
Past, our hidden desires.
These 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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