Visions I see
Too many to forsee
Different they are in color and spirit
Shocking and Glaring
One connecting the other in some way
sleepless nights
collision & fright
trying to figure out the chord
As I wondered
if it was a missed call
From up Above
To convey a message from the actual call!
But again it was too Much to wield
A far cry for a mediocre Soul
All I wished was for it to fade away
And When it finally did
It felt like treason to thee
I miss those nights
Filled with adventure and mystery
Wonder and Horror
Reasons to stay true
And bid reality adieu
Well, Here I wait for a new forecast
Till then Roses are Blue, Violets are pink
Where moments are true with Lather and brink!
Wonderfully written insight into the workings of the unknown. The restless nights of a (possibly) psychic tele (pathic) operator are neatly described and the poem has a very good flow to it...dark, smooth & philosophical... that suits the topic just fine! Keep it up & continue writing!
A good write here! nice choice of words too. thanks for sharing.
dreams, I said no really you have brought a good write......and bid reality adieu.... a true write..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a fascination...............the mesmerising dreams all the way through the rigid journey of our minds.Beautiful piece Jithu.