She rested her head on her silky, cool pillow,
In her lavender room, now bathed in an orange glow..
She invited sleep as she laid and curled,
Coz her dreams were more real than her real world..
She wore ribbons in her hair,
And her heart on her sleeve..
And she climbed up a beanstalk-stair,
To reach the castles she built in the air..
Built far away from everyday cries,
Encased in the calm of rose-hued walls,
Away from the turbulence reflected in violet skies,
Of storms brewing from white lies..
Built alongside a lake of feelings, frozen over the years..
Whose thin ice contained dark waters,
As salty as her tears
Running as deep as her fears
Bound by a white picket fence, beside which she'd be sitting,
As gentle breezes brought by promises, soul-mates...
Neither approaching nor acting, simply waiting,
Until the winds of change took em all, left her simply wishing
In her lavender room, now bathed in an orange glow..
She invited sleep as she laid and curled,
Coz her dreams were more real than her real world..
She wore ribbons in her hair,
And her heart on her sleeve..
And she climbed up a beanstalk-stair,
To reach the castles she built in the air..
Built far away from everyday cries,
Encased in the calm of rose-hued walls,
Away from the turbulence reflected in violet skies,
Of storms brewing from white lies..
Built alongside a lake of feelings, frozen over the years..
Whose thin ice contained dark waters,
As salty as her tears
Running as deep as her fears
Bound by a white picket fence, beside which she'd be sitting,
As gentle breezes brought by promises, soul-mates...
Neither approaching nor acting, simply waiting,
Until the winds of change took em all, left her simply wishing
Joooo this is one of the best works till now :).. i love the way it's sooo descriptive... it takes me right there.. it's really kewl to start ur day by reading something like this
ReplyDeleteAww shucks!! thanks Ravi! what can i say, i try... :P
ReplyDeleteFirstly,simply love the theme...cool, chic n stylish!
ReplyDeleteSecondly,this post is again climbing up my top fav charts..indeed one of your best poems till nw...
P.S: I thnk I may b a lil biased towrds ur work hvng any connectn wid dream,sleep n fantasy...cos ur style of wrtng on these themes is so balanced..i mean u neither sugar-coat it with hyper-positivity nor make it too poignant...
It is a "perfect mix" of the two :)