Every night we create worlds
In our dreams,
Knowing well that dreams
Will die most times young,
Other times we carry them
Into the day,
Into our worlds,
And find that the worlds
We created,
Are all the same,
As if, off a factory line.
Every night we create worlds
In our dreams,
Knowing well that dreams
Will die most times young,
Other times we carry them
Into the day,
Into our worlds,
And find that the worlds
We created,
Are all the same,
As if, off a factory line.
All times are good times
To bloom,
It's never too late,
Never too soon.
We'll take our time
To get up from the grime.
Kiss me once before I die,
And do remember that redolent high,
Ere I give up the ghost,
Feel the tremble in my being's host.
Later, when a familiar scent
Wafts up your air benign,
And a familiar tremble comes to haunt,
An angel is surely playing the truant.
It's day of miracles:
The sun went up from the East,
Birds chirped and went free,
Got my hot cup of tea,
The car started
And did not demur,
The boss had taken the day off,
India is Chess World Champion,
Friday, the 13th, is truly blessed.
When tomorrow comes, it will come,
You can't rush it;
Yesterday has gone, but isn't yet buried,
You can't hush it;
If today is long, let it be long,
Do not crush it;
For, there is a space between,
Loss and gain,
For, there is a yearning place between,
Love and pain.
Why is the sky blue
During day,
And black
In the night?
Because it cannot
Hide its pain
During day,
As it does, in the night.
Harm beckoned me on her way,
Indeed, I went harm's way,
Wittingly went heart's way,
Wittingly went love's way.