My heart yearns
to the music of still water
to the tunes of the wind that does not stir
with me where even two is a crowd
oh solitude where art you?
My dreams are
not as deep as the ocean
not as towering as the Everest
not as mysterious as the universe.
Tears that peep through my eyes
do not traverse down my cheek
as I dream about holding you prisoner in my eyelashes.
The half forgotten verses of the stirring melody
that haunts my soul , keep haunting
as I dream about that melody lingering in my lips.
My darlings with your toothless grin
climb on to my lap
As I dream about keeping you innocence sealed for eternity.
The barren tree
hold on to that last leaf that is fluttering
as I dream about rendering you eternal spring.
The malice that is in people’s heart
that makes them lift a gun against their brothers hear me
as I wish to fill your cup with love so that the hands that gives death bestows hugs
The hands that are empty
that once hugged my friends do not fret
as I dream they would come back time and again to fill my empty hands.
Lay still my fluttering heart
do not fret that your love might drift off
as I dream about holding you prisoner forever.
My dreams are not profound
are not soul searching
but filled with yearning of my soul.