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Some nights, the moon beckons
and I walk the silky streams
the rippling mind refracts, reflects.
Waves in the subconscious, oscillate
dribble a spell of charm around me
Chronicles glide by…
..laughing, quarreling, singing, crying
I wander with them like a light-headed child
Sidewalks surge in waves-
Milky way of daisies-so unseen in a crowd
Insistently, stretches my hand out,
I try to pluck one…
“STOP!”- the word as cold as ice
…drops into our midst.
I wake up out of my invulnerable sleep-
stay in bed till the trauma recedes
and try to tussle over the bare trinkets
left by sleep;
only shards settle on my lashes
ah, dreams are no easy haul!!
Linked to Sumana's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2015/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-waves.html