Dream And Fantasy Poem by Farooq Kuchay

Tiny droplets solace my burning heart.
Tendering the feelings is Nature's art.
They fall down with a music unique.
That makes them so rare and freak.



The sky intends to hold them on.
For my heart renders till new dawn.
The words of unheard euphony.
That could maximise your lunacy.



I long to be drowned in raining.
Till beautiful and prosperous morning.
Raining wash away my all burns.
For that my soul sincerely yearns.


The skies invite me from a distant horizon.
Fantasized I am, for not knowing a reason.
The raining halted since I woke up.
And the devil removed his artificial make-up.