I dream of a dream...sometimes with my
eyes closed and most of the times with open eyes...I dream of a house of my
own, which has my essence, my breath. I dream of my own house with a beautiful
big garden, full of flowers, a botanical wonderland, which buzzes with bees
and birds, croaks with toads and crows, flutters with butterflies and dragonflies...which shelters nature and its beings....I dream of my own house with
wide French windows..which opens a vista of beauty outside as far as eyes can
see, which splatters rain all over in stormy days and nights, where I sit in my
arm chair holding a cup of warm masala tea and I get absorbed in the drops of
rain, my eyes tracing them in their due course and eventually out of
sight......where I see the dawn, the first ray of sunshine and stars at
night....I dream of a house with a porch, where I vacillate in my swing...back
and froth...and I inhale a fresh breeze mixed
with mint, chamomile, rose, jasmine, sweet briar and so many other floras’,
where fireflies join their hand together to form a cornet around my head..and
butterfly adorns my wrist like a bracelet....I dream of a house with an asphalt
path leading me to a calm and serene lake nearby....where swans greet me
by moving in water with elegance and
style.....where lotus refreshes my eyes with its charming beauty.....I dream of
a house where there is a wooden bench underneath an old birch tree...where I
sit and read my book....where I inscribe my poetry.......I dream of a house,
where from the doorway my beloved calls me....to share his thoughts and
caresses.....I dream of a house.....I dream with open eyes.....
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