Verdant Dream

Here is a verdant dream
Among shadows of blackness
I shall only have a dream
That beholds the sight of my beloved…

The sway of time
In those hours spent with you…
The sweet nostalgia
Of that “being with you”…
The whispering echoes
Of your soft laughter…
And the thoughts
Of our journey together…
Holds me within
As such I am born
With each new moment
Only to be held
By the gaze of your heart
For long
And forever…

Here is a verdant dream
I shall sit by the window
And look upon only
What beholds the sight of you…

04-10-05 – 05-10-05

Blue Butterfly

Like a blue butterfly
Of your favourite colour
That same girl was there
Thinking I am her,
In your dreams where our destinies reside
Where hopes fall like snow
Dressed in white,
Like that same girl
Thinking I am her,
And you shall come my way
Where the rain falls
Like droplets of dew
And the taste of my lips shall remain
On your fingertips
Where I touched your soul
And vanished among whispering shadows
Letting you wander
Thinking I am her
I am where I was before
I am waiting
For that moment
And how you shall come
And how you shall call
My name
But you never let me go
As you held onto my sheets
Lifting me off my feet
Into your arms
Reclaiming your possession
Where I belonged
Thinking I am her
That same girl was there
Like a blue butterfly
Of your favourite colour
In your arms
Yours…

28.09.05

Dragon Flies

I once wrote
on the walls
of my diary
“… left me walking in circles,
… alone”
he needed not look
behind the curtains of dreams
where a little girl hopped around
in her white frock
chasing the dragon flies
Now it is I
who has taken those curtains off
Now the dreams fall
before my open eyes,
and I see…
I see you and I
with our dreams
in the palms of our hands
mingled in rainbow colours
as we hold each other
There is only you and I…
…. us
in the world of colours
and you grab my hand
and say
“Look Asima, a dragon fly…”
… come and have a peek,
there is a boy and a girl
running around
chasing the dragon flies.

26.09.05

Untitled

It’s the sound of violins
and the inspiration
from your heart
It’s the warmth of your eyes
and the sweetness of your lips
that echoes within me

... singing that song

And I am sung...
through your heart

24.09.05

Untold

It is, my love
the sirens of silence
It is the sound
of him and I
through our eyes
that pierce our body
and touch the very depth
of our souls
It is, my love
the sweetness of distance
between him and I
that brings us so much closer
through the open doors
of my dreams
and binds us within
It is, my love
in equanimity of his eyes
where the verdant landscape springs
with touch of an autumn
as I find myself swayed
deeper in that paradise
where my tranquility begins
and ends
It is, my love
the sound of something
unknown to my ears before,
the vision of something
unseen to my eyes before,
an emotion of some sort
that cannot be told.

28.08.05