A Dreamer's Dream

I dream a dream
of a world
wherein the earth
becomes the heaven.

I dream a dream
of a world
where rain showers
along with tiny flowers.

I dream a dream
of a world
where everyday is a holiday
strolling by the beach side.

I dream a dream
of a world
where peaceful i lie
beneath a starry blanket.

I dream a dream
of a world
where mountains are pink,
trees purple, waters green.

I dream a dream
of a world
where by the moonlight dim,
time lost in a beloved's eyes.

I dream a dream
of a world
where leaves turn into roses,
creamy clouds floating so low.



I dream a dream
of a world
where like a bird i fly,
soar up wild and high.

I dream a dream
of a world
where whole world lights up
with candles, earthen lamps.

I dream a dream
of a world
colorful butterflies all around,
tiny musical balloons surround.

I dream a dream
of a world
full of smiles, laughters
not a single tear to shed.

What is Beautiful?

Beautiful is the kindness
expressed from a pure heart,
Beautiful is the honesty
unbound of a true soul.

Beautiful is the love
outpouring from a mother,
Beautiful is her embrace
so warm, selfless and secure.

Beautiful is the sun rise
over the dark blue horizon.
Beautiful is the music
of crystal waters flowing by.

Beautiful is the breadth
making us feel alive,
Beautiful is the life
God has bestowed upon us.

Beautiful is the loyalty
of a strong friendship,
Beautiful is the fulfillment
of a true deep love.

Beautiful is the waking up
to the sound of singing birds,
Beautiful is the feel
of the first drops of rain.

Beautiful is the long walk
on a cold winter morning,
Beautiful is the sound
of waves hitting the shore.

Beautiful is the taste
of a pure red wine,
Beautiful is the sweetness
of a thick pure honey.

Beautiful is everything,
Beautiful is this world,
Beautiful is you and me,
if only we realize it...

God, The True Artist!!

Grass growing soft and light,
Flowers blooming pink and bright.
Vast open blue sky so dreamy,
The Feathery clouds so creamy.


The sun shining so vibrant,
Tender winds, a sheer comfort.
Shimmering waters streaming by,
The sun kissed mountains so high.


The shine of the stars twinkling,
The charm of the moon glowing.
Our sweet world, a perfect painting,
God, the true artist so inspiring.

Bliss

Drop by drop,
I am gathering,
dews of peaceful bliss
sleeping tenderly
upon the rosey petals,
so fresh and fragrant..

Slowly Sanely
the joints of my life
fitting back to
where it was once.

A sigh of contentment
A smile of joy,
or is it yet to come?
I know not,
I care not,
All the obstacles,
He will remove,
I know someday...

For i have become
Me again,
Life has become
Life again,
Breathing has become
necessary again...

Showers of Joy

Withered flowers of life
bloomed again,
Long dead
broken hopes
sprang alive with vigor.

Can feel the warmth
of the velvety silkiness
of dreams
untouched untold
across my eyelids.



The joy
that was once
suppressed
in my heart,
now swirling,
tossing
like waves.

I can see
the smiling sun
peeking out
beckoning me
behind
the dark clouds..

Long awaited showers
poured softly,
sweeping away,
the dust of agony,
drenching me thoroughly,
bringing a smile,
in my lips,
of untold happiness.

I need no umbrella,
I need no raincoat,
I need no shelter,
I am loving the showers
of life again..



I will make
hundreds of colorful
paper boats
of love again
make them float
tenderly,
in the crystal waters
of ecstasy.

Will You Be Mine?

Valentine, you make me silly;
You make my heart beat willy-nilly;
When I'm with you, the world is hazy;
Valentine, you drive me crazy!

Valentine, when we're apart,
My need for you goes off the chart.
Will you be mine? Can I be thine?
Say you'll be my Valentine!

...a sweet short valentine poem i liked so much that i am sharing it
By Joanna Fuchs

I Miss you, Ma

When things go wrong,
When moments turn into ages,
When sorrow makes my shoulders hunched,
I pine for your care, mother..

When darkness invades my sunny world,
When whole world seems cruel and cold,
When pain grows and become intolerable,
I pine for your warm hug, mother..

When i see a child walking with her mother,
When i see how she is being cared,
When i see a happy home from the streets,
I pine for your presence, mother..

I miss you for what you are, Ma..

The Lost Souls

Lonely poor souls,
loitering,wandering
their clothes in tatters,
in the dark cold streets.
No fear nor any joy,
leading this kind of life.

Hungry for food,
Pining for love,
a small happy home,
a mother to care,
a warm bed to sleep in,
Is that asking too much?

Their eyes seeks
for a small share
of happiness,
Their innocent hearts
demanding God,
why are they deprived
of a home,
What sins
they have committed
to deserve to live,
the life of an orphan!!

No Hopes, no dreams,
they have no choice,
but to,
harden their hearts
since a tender age,
lead a loveless life,
punished for
uncommitted crimes,
poor lost souls,
stumbling,staggering
in the crowd of life.