There Is Another Dream

There is another sky
of brighter days
where empty heart has its fill,
where another beauty glimmers
on the blades of grasses.

Another sunshine shoots its arrows
through the clouds of a new sky.
never mind my faded dreams,
never mind my walls of darkness,
I have cherished a valley of champak
with its maddening tang of forgotten years,
alluring charm of a night.

In this valley of unfading flowers,
an illusion of a reality far more real than you
and me ! Come here, come slowly with shuffling
footsteps, glide to this cottage of dream.
Raise the lamp to see my face of exquisite thirst.
Let your kisses fall upon my soul!

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I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The reference to champak, evokes wonderful memories to the initiated.

asoke kumar mitra
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imagery are nice. heartfelt write.

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