Vacant Dream Poem by swatee sripada

When autumn takes a siesta

When the dusk arrived in a golden chariot

In that, warm hug, when the sun smeared all his shades

The branches of life

As if, silence had the dumbness

Stillness without even a stir of a leaf

The edges of memories turning off-white

Ripened and fallen down speckled

The seeds of aspiration, with thirst,

Waiting for the fertility of the land

Suddenly a bustle of chirruping

On a new branch at the end of the tree

In a corner a bright festival of lights

As the arrival of colourful spring

As a melodious silent song

And as an unseen display of dance

Your launching

As a suffocating tempest

The flood of imagination

New-fangled dreams as the fluttering of wings

That sudden is the exit

What else is left?

-An endless vacuum.