Prasad Natarajan

(April 2nd 1983 / Bangalore)

When I Dreamed


The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.

Lush olive green leaves of the huge trees,
Dusty brown grass growing up to my knees,
Breathing warmth in the fresh new air,
Walking through pastures on my foot bare.

She walked all the way holding my hand,
Time was slipping away like quick sand,
Her voice was so filled with love and care,
She was gentle, shy, sensitive and very fair.

Her light blue eyes like waves of the seas,
Touching us, eloquently moved the breeze,
Words not spoken, we spoke a lot it seemed,
I walked, I lived and I fell in love when I dreamed.

Submitted: Monday, November 09, 2009
Edited: Monday, July 11, 2011

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