is a little something
or excuse why
or a pause when I think
of you

I sleep, in sleep perchance to dream a dream

to see, to live, that which I cannot live.

Sometimes of ghosts and thrilling mysteries,

to wake in racing, violent thumping beats.

Sometimes of buildings, large, uncanny, real,

to wake with wonder, bewildered and confused.

Sometimes of faces, strange and odd and queer,

to wake, and, disoriented, shake my head.

Sometimes of you and I in love and then

I wake, to smile, to sigh and then to cry.

I sleep, in sleep perchance to dream a dream

to see, to live a love that cannot be.

The first ray
touched the horizon
marking the end
of the dark night
sky shrugged off
the dark attire
blushing a shade of crimson
as the warm rays
of winter sun
lingered on horizon
she stood there
holding her coffee mug
watching sky hide
itself with the
winter mist
as sun whispered
sweet nothings and
made morning sky
blush harder
those were the moments
she loves to steal
everyday
when its just
her
a coffee mug
and
the sunrise !!

I got a kiss from the shadow of her memories.

You fall
Undisclosed
Mum in words
Clamorous effort
One catches another falling soul.

if god is love and
god is dead then what does that
tell us about love