Mallika Achuthan Menon
Dreams - Poem by Mallika Achuthan Menon
I wonder always who you are
O dreams, are you mystery of mystics?
The lovely paradise palace patio
is neatly paved with sapphire gems.
Every where there are gardens
with fragrant floras in large clusters to
perfume each and every corner,
where woes and regrets banned to all.
In vibrant colour and pretty looks
tiny wonderful butterflies there
seemed to cock-a-hoop merrily
while they fly from flower to flower.
At times they flew down to earth
in disguise as some wonderful dreams
to make us flow in hallucination
and thusly give us umpteen joy.
The one among intermediaries
between heaven and earth is angel,
the lone messenger of the God!
In her long and lily-white gown
and with unsullied smile on her face,
she merrily glides up and down
where all celestial bodies gather
in the lap of sky for fun and frolic.
Off and on, on the wings of clouds
She travels through the welkin and
from her golden magic wand
rays with radient rainbow shades
fall on us and turn as dreams.
O dreams! you come out unnoticed
And open widely casement of minds.
You draw there endless zippy pictures
by using zesty shades surprisingly
where canvas and screen are abscent.
Its prismatic hues which smear on our psyche
each time act as illuminants of glee.
O dreams! world will become standstill, void
if you are absent in our conscience.
Imaginations fail to fly high up
when you stop your free entry.
If you are bading good bye then
our mind may turn into barren land.
Emotions, feelings will drain out then
Our insight may lack lovely pictures.
So, O'dreams, come and embrace us
And make rich our sleep with tender touch!
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