Ashwin Satyal

The Lady Of My Dream

It was a dream, a dream i had
Lasted for just a moment but made me sad.
There she was, below the oak tree
The sky was blue and the birds were free.
Calling my name she waved her hands,
Embroiled me as it wasnt a dream.
Bewildered by those who call it her fragnance,
Lustful hair that made my heart dance.

Yes, it was a dream
A dream ill never forget
All those memories i had
And the moment we met.

Clustered by the love of our hearts,
There lay the oak tree and the beautiful lady,
With steady looks and wounded soul.
Her green eyes and red lips,
Smooth a turnip and juicy as olive.
Had a taste, a taste of faith
Was it my desire? Or the invitation of death?

The time had come
The soul inside me, throwing me inside the caves of numb
I touched her hands and gave her a kiss,
The moment had gone and i found myself beside the bed.

The dream made me suffer,
A suffer of subtleness
Had she been there?
Did i really had her?
Or was it just a dream?
The answer still remains,
Every moment a lust of faith it gains.
It was a dream, a dream i had,
Lasted for just a second but made me sad....

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2009

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  • Anup 863 (11/25/2009 8:42:00 AM)

    nice poem bro
    i really liked it

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  • Catrina Heart (11/24/2009 7:31:00 AM)

    wow! ! ! ! what a wonderful composition of a dream..................

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  • Aditya Mudbhary (11/24/2009 7:09:00 AM)

    A good poem mate... enjoyed readin it check out some of keats poems to develop more skill n check ma poems out n comment too

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