Reveries

I don’t know how to turn you into a poetry.

Sometimes you ought to run at the back of my mind,

Unconsciously write you in the palm of my hands.

At times your story is like a work of art.

Like a beautiful waltz, in exquisite dance.

Like that of an abstract painting in a complete turmoil.

You are like of Beethoven’s Fur Elise,

And as lively as that of Mozart’s Le Nozze di Figaro.

Oh! Such a sweet little thing.

Beautiful novels and happy endings,

Like the story of the moon and the sun.

Lucky shimmering stars, wishes and serendipity,

I am lost in the realm of forever.

Now, I’ll ask you

How do you woke up from a dream,

That felt like a reality?