“In life there lies hope
In hope there lies desire
And deep inside the womb of desire
Lies the seeds of folly”
my dreams are a painful rhapsody
that enthralls with an untrue echo
born of a silent explosion
aloft the restless river
where moments meander like music
sleeping mountains shelter the windy castle
silently bathing in the eerie moon
peeping through the dreamy mist
that spins its magic of melancholy
far beyond, in the tune of winds
she is shaped by rings of smoke
whose rivulets draw airy figurines
on the mind-glass of transparency
to engrave indelible images
on the elastic string of moving thoughts
burned in the ashes of beauty
she is the half-bred ghoul
of sweet seduction
the demon queen
spreading out her wings of fire
to beckon wild dreams of desire
by the wisp of imagination
she is the mermaid-nymph
stitched from snippets of psychedelia
that ticks away with the torment of time
to dissolve like a phoenix
into the blue smoke of birth
to leave the legacy of an unfinished tale
my dreams are a shinning ektara
with torn out strings
that plays a tuneless tune
to brutus its dreamer
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