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.



Star-studded Scarf


The sky is fully dotted
with tiny shinny stars
Star-studded scarf is mine.
Gazing at the stars
slowly and slowly
stars land into my eyes
the dew-drops glide down quietly.
I see the stars with my shut eyes.
I stay still in meditation.
And tears majestically
roll down on to my cheeks.
Some thing has no beginning
and some reality has no ending.
I pull the star-studded scarf onto me
and cover my entire body.
The lights illuminate each and every
tiny body-hair on my body
and my body becomes radiating.
I don’t know where to take this light.
My feet still walk in the darkness.