A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

July 22, 2014


I want to write poems around you
Find those simple words
Which keep on endlessly flowing
When I walk
With your hand loosely held in mine.

I want to sing songs.
Juvenile little ditties
Naughty rhythm
And gently sway
While I skip and dance to a strange melody.

I want to warm myself
Into you
Because I can feel the heat
Seeping through to my soul.

1 comment:

Anusia said...

Very nice lines of the poem