Comments about Prakash Mehra
Often, In My Dreams.
When the beats are low and visions are light,
Often, in my dreams, I see an unseen sight.
Through nervous passage to uneasy chore,
My anxious sensation does open the door.
It’s vast and beautiful; the pure and divine,
I blink my eyes, and wonder, if it’s mine.
If crawl or run; me, the clueless, a new born,
Perhaps, too insane to anticipate due morn.
The wind, the guide, and few lessons to fly,