A Dream. Comments

Misty dreams are like gossamer gauze, too difficult to describe in confining words. Yet this this poem does a good job at it. I liked what I read.

'As I spread my arms, to enfold your lovely form, Shaken out of dreaming slumber In lonesome agony I found myself In eternal wait of love's grace'. Lovely lines and a beautiful poem sounding so very natural.....! Dreams are so tricky.... they take us to the threshold of bliss... but before we enter it, we are called back to the world of reality and for sometime at least, we will be in the grip of disappointment!

And quench my thirst by a passionate kiss. As I spread my arms, to enfold your lovely form, Lovely lines, nice poem.

Dear Mr. Dinesh and Mr.Parameswaran. Thank you both, for your observations. This poem in fact is an English rendition of my Hindi poem written over 40 years back.

An emotionally charged poem

At a time when nightmares haunt many it is nice that you have had such a beautiful dream sir, It is through these illustrations of fatigued minds that we reach out to our other entity, if any.