Dreams travel miles a day
To convey the thoughts of a day
Beyond the waves, beyond the sands
Bearing the minds in its hands.
...
It's from the corridoor of my heart
I hear a light murmering of love
Like a gentle breeze, it begins to float
In the depth and deep valley of my soul
...
She accompanies me wherever I go
She is my only fellow traveller
She sees, hears but never speaks
Why she is so silent?
...
Pappa, look there's a rainbow in the sky
A bow of colours looking so marvel
If I get an arrow I 'll use this bow
To conquer the world of colours
...
I hear a deep mourn of pain
It's from a hedgehog's vein
For it is prevented feom action
Its reason kills its passion
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I was born in 29th july 1980 and did my schoolin in a village high school and completed college eduction.I was a parellel college teacher teaching literature both malayalam and English poems. But now working on some administerial job in a company in gcc. CONTACT ME: niranjanforunila@yahoo.co.in)
The Unseen Messenger....
Dreams travel miles a day
To convey the thoughts of a day
Beyond the waves, beyond the sands
Bearing the minds in its hands.
Even if there is a storm or steam
Or the horror of an icy fall
It can go on with its gleam
In the mystery of sleeping hearts
Niranjan..........