Once A Dream

Await the metaphors in solitude There it project as dreams All the paves filled its rays That embarked the system unknown There awkward the symptoms That groom as some myths That yard was full of dreams But the tears was its eyes The entire strand was in some turn Unknown spark that severe sense Blink the eyes in that spark Rest ahead was gloominess There the dream was far apart The real metaphor was in eyes That wet the eyes in longing And long ahead is solitude…………………… ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved