Dreams

She stood in sunset – a silhouette of svelte grace,

Breeze coiffed her auburn tresses with dexterity,

Like a folktale she unwound in gushing smoothness.

 

I had known her since our childhood days,

But never did I ever fathom her mystic soul,

She hung like a scintillating question-mark around my life.

 

But time the ever-sweeping brush wiped out the pained mysteries,

Pointing to a future of tantalizing possibilities,

The promise of life never looked brighter.

 

Possibilities are more powerful than glittering prizes,

Eternity is more enchanting than a grand moment,

Pristine dreams are sweeter than embellished joys.

 

 

 

Suffern, New York, April 17, 2018

www.kaulscorner.com

maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com