SWEET DREAMS

Oh My sweet dreams.............

Words.... words... wow! you are so sweet, how!

With a basket of flavours and what a wonder,

you are so cool and large like ocean waters,

We have no container to hold and preserve,

My mind like a river has perennial flow of thoughts,

in my mind, you keep dancing like waves of ocean,

with so many abstract colours, feelings, questions and answers,

hmm, sometimes bitter, and at times, delicious to my mouth.


Me, standing on the hilltop, and gentle breeze touches my hair.

Goosebumps on my hands and thoughts twinkle like diamonds,

from dawn to dusk and birth to death, they travel, travel, and travel.

I try to dig out from my memory for words once I have learned;

like gold, they sparkle, and words sprout from my memory as i speak,

like dew drops, they shower and sprinkle pain and joy every second.

oh! what a flow, what a marvel, i wish i could fly like a bird and sing,

hmm, sometimes, they squeeze hearts, and at times, they soothe.


From hilltop, i travelled in time to the land of Iceland,

looked around, it is beautiful everywhere and snowfall from the sky,

Wow.. wow.. wow.... whiteness all around me, with sweet smell of snow,

hu, hu, hu, hu. hu………. I am shivering, but my heart feels joy,

the air is freezing with cold and the snow is still drizzling,

'good morniiiiiig Vizag..' words from radio mirchi touched my ears,

Snow, wind, where are you… oh my god, was i dreaming, what a sweet dream,


I wish the sweet dream may remain with me in my beautiful life.