Dreams For Sale

There, out there
In the street corners
On the sidewalks
And hung, dangling
Are dreams!
Cute and adorable
Hot, yet fishy
Dazzling, but foxy

There, too many
In the exquisite malls
Draped on elegant idols
Bewitching every heart
Enticing dreams!
Intriguing and tantalizing
At an evitable bargain
But exorbitant!
Kept in the intersection
In allusive cases!

The hearts are
Indeed too humanly
Blowing hot and cold
Which to choose
What would suit?
Into the ever thickening
Dark sheepish times!

None to match
The extravagance
Of a deep simmering sleep
None that needy
For a day of white passion
None so becoming
To near a reality

Dreams!
Yet they beacon
With charismatic leads
Just as such, a mere
Figment of imagination!

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Crazy when interacting with books, especially that of poetries. Always mad at scribbling down verses....... My first poetry collection in malayalam :JWALA was published in 2009. Now writing in magazines & journals.Written many poetries in English & Hindi too. Two more malayalam and an English poem collections are released. THE REFLECTION is brought out by AUTHORSPRESS, , New Delhi, India.
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Preeti
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You added so many hitherto unmentioned dimensions to dreams! Beautiful writing!

Padmanabhan
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BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN, AS FELT…

ammu sachariah
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An interesting poem and the title too…..

asoke kumar mitra
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the title of the poem is very interesting. the imagery used here have different kind of dimension, and giving a soothing effect of new thoughts…….good write

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