Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Of white snow and dream ride

I can see them vapourise
blurring in front of my eyes
lost in a white blanket
like moist in my eyes

They look like soft toys
turning into variant alphabets
And then into scribbles
Of my long lost notebook

In a jiffy, I transpire
to a world of wonderland
wandering with my eyes
i witness how the clours blend

I see my snow white dreams
floating aimlessly
blissfully across the horizon
in an ocean of blue tranquality

True colours of love and life
I see, smell, touch and taste
they tell me stories, sing lullabies
And lull me to sleep

3 comments:

Cursed♪♫ said...

Wow!!!!
You have a lovely blog!
Great post :D

Tanaya said...

Nice poetry....I really like that you follow a rhyme scheme......m tired of prose like poetry..i can feel the music.The crippled modern literature needs folks like you...keep it up.

still thinking !!! said...

"They look like soft toys
turning into variant alphabets
And then into scribbles
Of my long lost notebook"

Think we spoke about this para before. Your explanation helped me to get to what it actually was.

Your verses are getting matured these days
And it’s a good sign.
For a lot now depends on interpretation ( not mere easy images)

The best of the poems, songs, films have always had multi dimensional interpretations.

If I did not have the clue that the poem was written in flight , I would have interpreted it in a different sense.