THE LIVELY DREAM
someone who comes quietly, in the
silent night, writes some wet
message on the window
glass by finger tip,
in the melted
emotion
some beautiful affinity creates the
the image of your blooming
love, filtered moonlight
through the lacy
leaves of
gulmohar tree searches the refuge,
on the verandah, I often look
your aesthetic existence
on that illusive design,
with unclouded
beauty and
delicacy
of glassy sculpture, the wakeful
night snatches my persona,
perhaps it exchanges
with you, in the
rhythm of
pulsation I find your presence into
the form of sodden, nocturnal
fragrance of tuberose,
in late night the
melted
vapor of window panes becomes
the lively dream - - -
