Two Hearts Full

He was there! In that magical moment
making the winds sing while stars wept
The magician, he summoned our souls
and conjured a perfect summer dream;
the moon went swirling across the skies
a fire burnt within the two lonely hearts
there was a desire so deep and so dark
nothing survived but a delicate streak
and traces of a rare, enchanting memory.

The Pipal Tree

Lately she has been missing a tree; a great big tree with a magnificent spirit. It usurped from memory one late afternoon without warning.
Imposing, graceful, noble; it was her first real encounter with grandiosity
before she came to understand the concept of infinity
in her little uncertain world, it was a symbol of constancy.

Her own sentinel, guardian angel who watched with a weary heart as she weaved her dreams, played her endless games. She remembers the delicate, heart shaped leaves gently swaying
to the music of cool, enticing early spring breeze.
She wonders if the secrets are still safe within the hollows
if the ghosts still giggle at the thought of the silly child who
used to lie under the night skies singing with the universe
as the stars twinkled from above through the thicket of branches.

As she did with the purest of hearts, I too wish tonight upon shooting stars .. intent on making this one dream come true .. intensely with my whole heart!

Afternoon Nap

Every single afternoon nap I have ever taken
results in a recurring theme; like a simple story
unfolding within its own self, discovering a new depth
every time it is retold. It morphs, twists and turns
casts prismatic hues, hurls sharp dazzling crystals.
Truth plays with shadows, thin air sparks into hopes
devilish characters in masks break into sweetest smiles
while strange apparitions burst into shimmering waves.

I wake up in utter distress, complete incoherence
while the world watches me in total nonchalance.
Perhaps it is because we travel the edges of a realm
that is entirely different from our nightly journeys?
Almost nonexistent slumber-land bordering oblivion
where we are summoned to play slightly mad games
wield powers, wager spirited wars and control courses
lose reason, bask in the glory of our super ego, the id
temporarily thrown into a wondrous world without words
and then we wake up, nothing but us remains changed.
Nobody ever remembers the bliss but the traces remain
slow but eventual return to the mundane routine of life
and people sulk without even realizing why and what for!