Places…

I dream of places laced with ice,
That preserved the summer jiffy under her robes,
And bears snowflakes that speak of seasons,
Drenched with the morning glow,
Where the wind slowly clears up the grass,
The tiny lives it protects,
And waters them with a thought nascent,
Burned with an incense golden,
The sky has hues of the skin,
And bleeds whenever the land does,
Gallops of horses merry the ears,
The lions guide them home,
I cherish the little things in life,
That come to me as I sleep,
The warmth of my bed and the color of my walls,
Slowly caressing my head,
I dream and dream for dreams are dear to me,
They speak to me in languages new,
And bring me news of the seas,
I close my eyes and lay down for a while,
As thunder knocks my door,
I wear a mask this time, 
For it doesn’t know who I am,
It says hello and chats for a while,
And passes away to the next known,
I close my doors as I wash my hands,
Maybe a new handshake they say,
I dream and dream of places the old,
My friends and all those hay………

12 thoughts on “Places…

  1. Beautiful poem Harsh.
    The warmth of my bed and the color of my walls,
    Slowly caressing my head,
    I dream and dream for dreams are dear to me,
    They speak to me in languages new,
    And bring me news of the seas,
    Loved this lines. Seeing a post from you after a long time.

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    1. I am feeling a lot better Lily now. My office is now working at 50% capacity so i get time for a week to relax. Also, I have started doing light workouts to get back to my previous routine. It’s hard but getting there.
      How are you? 😇

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  2. This is a beautiful poem Harsh and I loved these lines:

    “{The warmth of my bed and the color of my walls,
    Slowly caressing my head,
    I dream and dream for dreams are dear to me,
    They speak to me in languages new,
    And bring me news of the seas,”

    and these last stanza’s make me sad:

    ” As thunder knocks my door,
    I wear a mask this time,
    For it doesn’t know who I am,
    It says hello and chats for a while,
    And passes away to the next known,
    I close my doors as I wash my hands,
    Maybe a new handshake they say,
    I dream and dream of places the old,
    My friends and all those hay”

    I’m truly sorry and sooooo grateful you are doing better!!!

    Big Love always 💖🌷🙏

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