Meraki
Meraki
My verses bask
Under the cerulean sky
I sketch a crescendo of
happy hysteria with my couplets.
Wrapped in scarlet bohemia
my dreams take a tram ride across the city,
drawing poignant sketches
On dancing syllables.
My iris swirls at
maple mornings.
I soak up the sun rays and have a parley with the rainbow.
My story awaits to be told by them.
My story, full of flamboyant dreams.
My heart basks in the winter sun
on silent noons I look at my garden
and speak to the fresh blooms.
I promise to meet them the next day and listen to their songs.
I run around highways
Chasing yesteryears
Splurging sepia rainbows
after a whimsical monsoon.
Blurred images swirl around
while memories play hide and seek.
Often I get hold of a few of them
resting my head on their shoulders.
Till i close my eyes to dream again.
After all, dreams are stuff we are made up of.
Dreams let us live.
Dreams colour our rainbows red.