Amritha Sri (05 april / hyderabad)

As a stone I sat on the couch,
A little of some sadness in my heart,
Matching with prevailing dark in my room.

The light entering into my room, Attracted the feeling of something large part here.
Shared a space either sides of doors, the realness revealed.
Just seemed as the rays of sun, enroach onto earth,
The shine prevailed as mystic magic in my room.

The thoughts passed way, as a bullet gunned from a rifle.
I passenger of dreaming bus,
Was busy as usual
Watching every incident of my life, In the theatre of Past.
Tuning into every memory,
Like a child watching a pole to pole, sitting inside a train, through window,
I imagined, actually the Past.
I promised myself, to pay the God for my happiest moments.
Whilst I'm still on the side of an Ocean ready to get hit by bursty storm.
I smiled for every dropp of rain,
Sprinkeld on my by mother sky.
I hardly knew, that I was traveeling through dreams of past called memories.