Pradeep Uthaman - A REVERIE

Dreams owe the visits-
still at the darkness.
Keeps the silence,
too invisible than the black.

Comes and wakes up-
and breaks an ambigious solitude.
Drags us to the blue and
twist the grey to walk in the moon.

It makes us learn-
to fall in love with the night.
And waves a magic wand,
so the cupid strats the voodoo.

We would love that glimpse,
a loaf of moon fell down near.
It turned em all to gold-
and touched again for a glitter.

Dreams owe the visits-
still at the darkness.
Takes us where it flies-
and grews us a bee wing so fine.

We flew together to the highs, -
the downs, lawns and the yards.
Those folds were filled in flowers-
and they danced in blithesome beauty.

Enchanted by the allure! ,
and we were wiggled in to a bottle.
Fliped and turned;
in a whirlpool of venusberries.

Drenched in the berry wine-
it wake us up from the reverie.
We were not wet, its morning,
But the incense remains with us.

Pradeep Uthaman

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