Thought on a moonlit night..

The clouded moon peeks through..

As the breeze rustles through the neem leaves..

I sit beside my window..

Lost in a windowless world..

Thinking of thoughts so very familiar..Yet not so anymore..

Wishing it should rain again..

Wishing it could wet me again..

Just as these thoughts wet my heart..

I hear you move nearby..

And the thoughts change direction..

Happy yet sad at the same time..

Melancholy gets a new meaning..

Its time, yet again..

To let be..

What is..

Yet was never meant to be somehow..

A dream, a reality?

Stained Glass Windows

If you peer through stained glass windows

Out at the world, 

The world you see,

Will be a Colourful bur.

A mess of blue and yellow and some red 

Problems that glare at you as you go.

So what must you do,

To perceive what's true?

Just strain by colour, 

Each one that stares back at you.

And with each tint you stare at,

You shall discover that, 

The things you once could not construe

Are now all easily decipherable.

I Dream

I, I grow; on my dreams, and with them.

I take them with me wherever I am, however I am, whomever I may be with.

Some dreams have had me broken; but then, I dream more dreams, new dreams.

They sometimes, cure me; and sometimes they even fix up my broken pieces.

And as more dreams I dream, they give me wings.

Some let me fly; and some, fly with me.

They live as I live, they soar as I soar.

Yet, they die. But with a hope.

So new dreams can take their place.

And I, I always dream.

And whichever dream it is that I may live in, it is the only dream that I want to be in.

It is the world, for me to dream; a whole new world.

And with each new dream, I grow.

For I never cease to be:

'Me'