Dreams are meant to be beautiful. The surreal world is a place of innumerable opportunities. Unleash each one of them in the most magical manner possible. The afternoon sky- white cottony clouds scattering the sunlight, make me wonder how about painting this in rainbow colors. What a magical way to express myself on the canvas of the sky.
Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.
Dreams are a encounters of a different kind. Sometimes purely blissful, sometimes horrifying to the core. I share one such dream I had last night. What better way than by expressing it in the form a poem.
Another dreamy encounter,
As I reach in a jiffy,
A far away terrain, Sun’s radiating gloriously, A beautiful mesh of rays, Covering this earth,
Like a bride’s veil, Beautiful when worn, And even more beautiful, When lifted.
A tiny amber boulder, Near the magenta blossoms, Invites me to a soirée, Filled with fantasies, Andlores,
A beautiful damsel, in the prime of her youthful desires, when separated from her beau, has only one way to feel him deeply, in her vivid dreams, where she ignites the passionate fire, and makes intense love to him.