The Window.

It's cold outside.
It's frozen inside.
The window on my bed-side
Always changes colours.

It was bright blue in the morning.
Golden yellow in the noon.
Lush green in the evening,
Turning to midnight blue.

I can see
A dust full of stars,
When the stallions gallop by,
In the blazing sun.

I can't see
A twinkle in the Knight's armour,
But, emotions
In his eyes, undone.

I can feel
The breeze
And the storm
Through the thick glass.

I can touch
The carriages,
Dark ebony,
That go past.




But, the window lies.

The blanket on me says
It's a wall of bricks,

Not a glimpse of the outside.

Undying Innocence.

Wouldn't it be
As bright as the cherry
On your birthday cake,
(I wanted to slick off, before you cut it)
My little, cherished dream?


As fluttery, as pretty
As the wing-tailed butterfly,
A splash of blue, a tinge of black

My little, cherished dream.


Wouldn't it be
As the chilly and sparkling snowflakes
On a gold-hued wintry afternoon,
(I've only imagined of, being inspired)
My little, cherished dream?


As wooly, as sweet
As the cotton candy,
Spinned and spinned, like yarn

My little, cherished dream.




A million stars, a million moons,
Thousand suns, and thousand balloons!

Yellow flowers in green meadows,
Chocolates bundled at my door!


My little, cherished dream
Turning plural with every dawn,
Yet still remaining,

My little, cherished dreams.

"Unfathomable He".

The drops, they drop,
The rains, they rain.

The tears, they tear.
The screams in the shadowed lane.



Alone he walks,
With memories and immaterial memoirs.

His own shadow trying to leap out
Ahead of him.

No one in the whole wide world
Ever saw what he really is.

Perhaps, even the mirror on the wall
Deceived him.



"There were murmurs, there were whispers.
But the source, where was it?

Then, there were words, there were sounds.
But, the music, where was it?

There were promises, there was soothing.
But the assurance, where was it?"



Forever in search of answers to questions
Unknown,

He walked, and he determinedly
Walked alone.



And, the drops,
They dropped.

The rains,
They rained.

The tears,
They teared.

His search, his quest,
Remained, in vain.