Eyes met to the beginnings
of a new world,
the unknown heaven.
bidding farewell,
to the one I know.
There, I lay in peace,
comfortably numb
to the pain, from truth
and the many lies,
while I am in my
beautiful dream.
Away from a cynical past
far from the gaze
that questioned me,
& a conflicting mind
which I bore on thyself,
I flew away,
to a noone's land
while I am in my
beautiful dream…
It ran out like
thin water, in streams
and I tried to capture,
with clasped palms & fists
this miniscule mind shift,
all that I got to drift
while I am in my
beautiful dream…
4 comments:
Wow, love that last stanza, the clasped palms and fists, the miniscule mind shift......great.
Sarayu, your poem is lovely. My dream life is very important to me, so your poem holds a special meaning. The illustration matches the poem so well. Dreams can be a pleasant escape from daytime troubles.
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Is it really a beautiful dream, or an escape from the obvious pains of reality?
I like this piece. good job :-)
There is a fine line of liquid tension between dreams and reality, and you illustrated it perfectly. nicely done.
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