I still remember that half-lit dawn,
when a bad dream stole my sleep.
From beyond the field of ripe corn,
the morning light just began to peep.
Suddenly a flute's sweet sound,
Came sailing in my ears.
And touched my swelled heart I found
softly drying all the suppressed tears.
I slowly closed my eyes,
and began to listen to that tune.
It suffused in my sighs,
the fragrance of a mysterious fume.
My steps in that fume I kept,
and found a girl sitting in silence.
For long her eyes seemed to have wept,
in grief of her beloved, losing cadence.
Seeing me , she came running with mirth,
carrying tears of joy in her eyes.
Then she took me to an earth,
where echoed only the sounds of our sighs.
A strange chiaroscuro surrounded the place,
creating an ambience of past reminiscences.
Dawned upon me, but obscurely, a face,
as if a moon behind the clouds glimpses.
Flashes of some events passed by,
in the chiaroscuro as we walked.
That obscure face appeared nigh,
to me and to my memory it knocked.
I saw both of us in those events,
spending hours in golden shores.
I saw her walking in the pavements,
with silent steps on the floors.
With those steps she used to come,
to my home with flower's fragrance.
She seemed to dispel every glum,
with her arrival that I can sense.
I saw the evenings with sun setting,
and we were moulding our dreams.
I saw in the nights, waiting,
for moon to bath under it's streams.
I saw us standing erect facing,
the storm when things demolished.
I saw the tranquility, for us, tracing,
words for emotions that we cherished.
But suddenly I saw us in a mist,
for no reason indulged in strife.
With sullen face she held my wrist,
but I went forever from her life.
The face was of my beloved I found,
whome I lost for my own obstinacy.
In the mist mingled her steps' sound,
and I found myself lonely and hazy.
To my eyes, morning rays struck,
in which I saw the glittering world.
I returned home after a day's work,
and my morning dream I furled.
For a knock I opened the door,
and found her standing in my front.
Lunacy of joy was sailing before,
my eyes making my vision blunt.
Holding me in her arms tightly,
she told why today she came.
I found in her words that rightly,
her and mine dreams were same.
She found me on a river's bank,
sunk in grave silence , walking.
She saw us in a conflict's hank,
and later in tears she was soaking.
We perceived for the first time,
our empathy's strength that day.
In a pleasant breeze, the clime,
seemed a tune of reunion to play.
when a bad dream stole my sleep.
From beyond the field of ripe corn,
the morning light just began to peep.
Suddenly a flute's sweet sound,
Came sailing in my ears.
And touched my swelled heart I found
softly drying all the suppressed tears.
I slowly closed my eyes,
and began to listen to that tune.
It suffused in my sighs,
the fragrance of a mysterious fume.
My steps in that fume I kept,
and found a girl sitting in silence.
For long her eyes seemed to have wept,
in grief of her beloved, losing cadence.
Seeing me , she came running with mirth,
carrying tears of joy in her eyes.
Then she took me to an earth,
where echoed only the sounds of our sighs.
A strange chiaroscuro surrounded the place,
creating an ambience of past reminiscences.
Dawned upon me, but obscurely, a face,
as if a moon behind the clouds glimpses.
Flashes of some events passed by,
in the chiaroscuro as we walked.
That obscure face appeared nigh,
to me and to my memory it knocked.
I saw both of us in those events,
spending hours in golden shores.
I saw her walking in the pavements,
with silent steps on the floors.
With those steps she used to come,
to my home with flower's fragrance.
She seemed to dispel every glum,
with her arrival that I can sense.
I saw the evenings with sun setting,
and we were moulding our dreams.
I saw in the nights, waiting,
for moon to bath under it's streams.
I saw us standing erect facing,
the storm when things demolished.
I saw the tranquility, for us, tracing,
words for emotions that we cherished.
But suddenly I saw us in a mist,
for no reason indulged in strife.
With sullen face she held my wrist,
but I went forever from her life.
The face was of my beloved I found,
whome I lost for my own obstinacy.
In the mist mingled her steps' sound,
and I found myself lonely and hazy.
To my eyes, morning rays struck,
in which I saw the glittering world.
I returned home after a day's work,
and my morning dream I furled.
For a knock I opened the door,
and found her standing in my front.
Lunacy of joy was sailing before,
my eyes making my vision blunt.
Holding me in her arms tightly,
she told why today she came.
I found in her words that rightly,
her and mine dreams were same.
She found me on a river's bank,
sunk in grave silence , walking.
She saw us in a conflict's hank,
and later in tears she was soaking.
We perceived for the first time,
our empathy's strength that day.
In a pleasant breeze, the clime,
seemed a tune of reunion to play.
