Dream Of Love

Dream Of Love short poem

On a neurotic
Night
I lay in bed
Awaiting sleep
That never
Came…..

I closed my eyes
To establish
An inertia
Of dreams…

An inner carousel
Within me
Revolves…
Flashing
A power point presentation
of
The precious
Moments
Spent in your arms!!

The first kiss
On the back seat of the car…
Flashes by…

The first embrace
Under the silver oak
On that moonlit night
Beams by….

The first amalgamation
Of love….to become one
Caress my mind ….
Click by click
With your thoughts …
I slide ….
into the dream of love
Called You!!

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Savi Mani
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wonderful short poem, you dreamed the dream of love and take the reader along with inside your dream…….loved your dream…….liked your dream…..

Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful poem….You are a gifted poet.

ammu sachariah
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Beautiful. I loved it.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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All these years I just thought how well a poem can be written……..
…..but after reading your poem…..I think how well a poem could be directed as a film .

monica mundada
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Wonderful Poem!!! Gives a pleasant feeling of love. Liked it

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