Am I not the best architect in the world?
With strokes of my imagination and impulse
I drew a silhouette of the emperor of my heart
based on the symposium between my dreams and mind
and in commemoration of the endless vision I had of his’.
And one night, to my surprise, he appeared in front of my eyes
exactly the way I had professed him to be!
Yes, he emerged to be the finest quixotic metaphor.
I could perceive honesty in his gleaming eyes.
They exhibited the same love I had for him.
My unwary eyes that met his’ incessantly
implored for such lasting conventions.
His hands were as tender and genuine as I had thought.
He quickly sensed my pulsating feelings for him
And touched me with his caring hands
and drew me closer to him.
I remained calm – not an iota of paranoia.
I contained my bubbly desires
and waited for his lips to utter; and as expected
he surprised me with a bouquet of affable words.
I observed him speaking mellifluously to please me
He removed the encircling manacles of my mind instantly.
The movement of his lips was an antidote
to my garbled thoughts.
He held my hands as we walked miles and miles
Through the woods and towards the brook.
The pristine breeze and the silvery moon
were the only witnesses to the silent night we spent,
chatting about the little tales around the world.
He felt my tresses as he spoke those lovely stories
And led me to a world of enchantment.
He sang lullaby to me as I dozed in his caring shoulders.
The chirping of birds woke me up in the morning.
I saw myself lying on a bench close to the brook.
With a smile on my face, I woke up merrily. I turned around.
Where was he? My dream lover? Did he disappear?
I was at the brink of despair!
The conqueror of my hearts had vanished without a warning!
Perfidious, treacherous, betrayer is he
who instilled ephemeral thoughts in my mind and faded away!
Oh beloved! I had juvenile unfulfilled dreams that only you could fulfill.
Come on my dear! Let me hold your hands and play with your fingers.
Let me dissolve my insecure feelings by barely hugging you.
Let me dissipate my sorrows by looking at your idyllic face.
………But why should I discharge such asinine thoughts?
Aren’t you all mine? Don’t I have full control over you?
You exist and cease to exist at my will. You are my imagination.
And I am just a designer of my own dreams!!
With strokes of my imagination and impulse
I drew a silhouette of the emperor of my heart
based on the symposium between my dreams and mind
and in commemoration of the endless vision I had of his’.
And one night, to my surprise, he appeared in front of my eyes
exactly the way I had professed him to be!
Yes, he emerged to be the finest quixotic metaphor.
I could perceive honesty in his gleaming eyes.
They exhibited the same love I had for him.
My unwary eyes that met his’ incessantly
implored for such lasting conventions.
His hands were as tender and genuine as I had thought.
He quickly sensed my pulsating feelings for him
And touched me with his caring hands
and drew me closer to him.
I remained calm – not an iota of paranoia.
I contained my bubbly desires
and waited for his lips to utter; and as expected
he surprised me with a bouquet of affable words.
I observed him speaking mellifluously to please me
He removed the encircling manacles of my mind instantly.
The movement of his lips was an antidote
to my garbled thoughts.
He held my hands as we walked miles and miles
Through the woods and towards the brook.
The pristine breeze and the silvery moon
were the only witnesses to the silent night we spent,
chatting about the little tales around the world.
He felt my tresses as he spoke those lovely stories
And led me to a world of enchantment.
He sang lullaby to me as I dozed in his caring shoulders.
The chirping of birds woke me up in the morning.
I saw myself lying on a bench close to the brook.
With a smile on my face, I woke up merrily. I turned around.
Where was he? My dream lover? Did he disappear?
I was at the brink of despair!
The conqueror of my hearts had vanished without a warning!
Perfidious, treacherous, betrayer is he
who instilled ephemeral thoughts in my mind and faded away!
Oh beloved! I had juvenile unfulfilled dreams that only you could fulfill.
Come on my dear! Let me hold your hands and play with your fingers.
Let me dissolve my insecure feelings by barely hugging you.
Let me dissipate my sorrows by looking at your idyllic face.
………But why should I discharge such asinine thoughts?
Aren’t you all mine? Don’t I have full control over you?
You exist and cease to exist at my will. You are my imagination.
And I am just a designer of my own dreams!!
6 comments:
Wow wow wow...
A very sweet and capitivating poem, Latha.
Only in dreams you get such all-time fantastic lovers whereas in reality, the 'love' vanishes very soon. :D
Thanks Padmaja for your comments!
True Padmaja! Such love exist only in dreams and never in reality. Love's freshness diminishes with the passage of time.
WONDERFUL ! CAPTIVATING !
VERY WELL WRITTEN LATHA
GANES
Thank you Ganes for your comments! Honestly, I never expected you to leave a comment. I am glad that you are showing interest in my writing these days. Thanks a lot.
Ecstatic :) That's how I feel after reading your verses :)
Loved the way you concluded with ..
I am just a designer of my own dreams :)
Perhaps the only trick is to not let the dream and the dream-boy vanish at dawn :) That way, life would be one fantastic dream spell..
Beautiful lines :)
Love,
Me
Dear Me
Thanks for your comments!
I too wish to hold back to my dreams and the elements involved in it. But the call of duty efaces my imaginary world that I sometimes exist in.
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