My Flowing Dreams

 

I haven’t seen you for quite a long time:

Seems like a couple of decades

Have gone by

Since that sinking afternoon

In a shadowed light.

Or it was at the end of my earlier life

I abandoned a century ago 

With an adoring plight.

 

I can recall the look

I got my heart drowned in 

For the last time.

It was a hot summer day

At the middle of the year

With the splashes of a derailed monsoon,

Taking a break somewhere near.

And you were in black with the beauty,

Sparkling enough to ignite 

My bohemian fervor.

 

However; I can see you more often now

Better than those wayward days

When I kept squandering my dreams

In search of your late autumn eyes.

 

And I still talk to you a lot

In the carefully woven layers

Of my flowing dreams;

Like I was talking to you 

In the last light year

While picking up some drops of moon

Splattered carelessly in a flooded sphere.

Like you asked me: 

 

-What do you want?

-I don't know.

May be a ride with you,

On a train...

-Where?

-Heading for somewhere

In the monsoon, full of rains,

Passing through the woods

And the windy ways

Along a forest mountain...

 

Ah! The vision of a lovely mountain

With a stream to dive in, flung open

And I shut my eyes to make a short tour

Through my happy-go-lucky layer.

But the maddening look beat that

Once again to take me back to the eyes

I ever care.

 

-And then?

-I'll not sit beside you,

But the one facing you,

Beside the window,

Straight to your eyes.

-Why?

-I want to look into the Blue Ocean

In your eyes,

To dive deep down the beauty

And to see the reason

Behind my soul erosion...

 

And then the Moon went into hiding

Under the winging petals of clouds,

Forcing me to crash-land 

Onto the melting darkness.

But, it’s just what I love to swim across

With all my flowing dreams in a mess…

© Atique R.