POETRY WALKS IN MY DREAM
by surjeet kalsey
In a reoccurring dream
my feet walk on the same road
which goes on and on winding
and rapping around the buff mountains
and sinks into that velvety valley.
My foot steps end right there.
My dream never ends keeps walking
on the unending realm of the hidden path.
Poetry walks towards my inner core
it listens to my heart beat
and my unspoken words.
When poetry opens its eyes
the sun shines everywhere
and dew-drops become pearls.
Poetry travels from the moonless night
to a spectrum of seven colours.
Words are sacred and tell me:
don’t lament on what is lost.
Crave for what you want and
live every moment in full
Breathe in the essence of
every moment and each moment
that embraces you would become poetry.
Poetry stands by me like my true self.
Look up in the mirror of the sky
it holds all the colours of the rainbow.
Therefore, nothing is lost.
Memories go long way that
make us to pick those pieces
left somewhere in the pages of history.
Memory knits words in my dreams.
Poetry walks with me on that
never ending path every night.
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