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POETRY WALKS IN MY DREAM
by Surjeet Kalsey
Poetry walks in my dream with me
to my inner being every night
and it listens to my unspoken words
which throb with my every breath.
When poetry opens its eyes
the sun shines everywhere
and dew-drops become pearls.
Poetry walks the moonless night
to a spectrum of colours.
Words’ sacred fragrance tells me:
not to lament on what is lost
and yearn for what you need
to 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.
It holds the mirror of the sky
full of all the colours of the rainbow.
In a reoccurring dream
my feet walk on the same road
which goes on and on rapping
around those buff mountains
and sinks into that velvety valley.
My foot-steps end right there
I become a tree standing still there
my dream never ends keeps walking
on the unending realm of the unknown.
Memories go long way to
make us pick those pieces
left somewhere in the pages of history.
Memories knit words and images
colours and fragrance in my dreams
and poetry walks with me every night
words illuminate the never ending path
the moonless night lit up the sky.
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Poetry is a never ending love affair of the heart.
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