Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
A Nightmare
I had a nightmare in red light
And the world was on fire
I saw a terrible dance of masked men
I saw a hole in the world of masks
There was terror behind the innocent masks
Dwarfs and giants met on unequal ground
I looked for signposts on the highway
The land mass on both sides of the road
Was barren ,hot ,rocky and was red
Balancing on the brink of extinction silently
Sweet nothings replaced by sound and fury
The cries of the spirit of transparent men
Echoed and pierced into my eardrums
I screamed ,rolled and fell down from the bed
I had already become deaf and dumb
The Sun was yet to rise in the East .
A Wish
How I wish to scoop
A spoonful of the
white clouds
And swallow it
With the silky
feeling
Tickling my throat
As it goes down
slowly
To lift myself into the
vast spaces
To be always near the
Moon
Slowly moving among
the spheres
Listening to the
heavenly music
The harmonious music
of the spheres
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