Dreams

That girl who worked in high spirits,
when dropped her head,
the wind came rushing by,
took that layers of shining thread.
That beautiful aroma
which it created,
when the shining hairs,
 scattered over her eyes and head.


The little fingers,
which ran across the face curves,
Gently they moved,
Scintillated sparks and flashes.


She regained her posture,
His attention made her feel perked up,
The glorifying smile,
which makes the moving world go still.
Softly, she made an exit.
Vanishing from the eyes.


His eyes rolled and searched her,
in every nook and corner.
Dazzled by the beauty,
charmed by the Aura,
Lamenting for letting her escape.
He knew she was the one.

And, he woke up blinking,
Was that a dream?
Sat still, no motion could be seen.

Is this that one dream,
puzzled by the jerk,
Surprised by the innocence.
The young fellow just got up,
Still figuring out..


Are some dreams so close to the heart,
that seem to consume you,
some dreams carry the cart,
they seem to amuse you.