WAVES OF DREAMS
Once entangled in the whirlpool of cryptic dreams,
filaments of unabated succession of waves of dreams
will seize us as twirling swirl of dreams after dreams.
How beautiful it’s to be merged in the whimscal strings of dreams,
to persecute the ulterior longings to let collide in the gleaming dreams!
Strange!why we dare not to fabricate the gossamer of dreams?
Our only consolation, are gyres of resplendent waves of dreams,
as labyrnths of restrictions vanquished to dream a wilful dream.
Tangled by our mundane identities, we fly away from dear dreams,
to accomplish the basic instincts by other means than inviting dreams,
to slumber in the castles of fanciful cobwebs of hypnotic dreams,
in oblivion, to shun the pungent realities distant from ideal dreams,
to build ivory towers in the magical citadels of alluring dreams.
In deep sleep, emerges the vortexes of bonny frickle dreams,
as trials of tempting waves of twirling dreams after dreams.
Being aghasted, startled by acridity intolerable, alienated from enticing dreams,
one takes resort in the wings of credulous waves of dreams,
to evade the tedious humdrums far from the fetching dreams.
Let the ceaseless creativity capture quietly our aesthetic waves of dreams!
In those mesmeric moments of momentums of lucid psychic dreams,
we being appeased for reclining in the whirling waves of dreams
as long as we take resort in the laps of those fabolous dreams.
In the deep beneath of our corrogation of cryptic dreams,
lies the hidden treasures on tenterhooks of tendril dreams,
as they reflect in our countenances as repurcussions of waves of dreams.
In the REM sleep, emerges the obscure imageries as mementos in dreams,
Alas! We fail to recollect the intact imageries of intimate dreams.
Let’s experiences carve our memory to indulge in deeper dreams,
to have lucid dreams in the course of swirling strings of dreams!
To control the awful sequences of occurences in our dreadful dreams,
to brawl the nightmares frightful, to adieu to bizzare dreams,
from reminiscences, the splendid ceaseless cobwebs of waves of dreams.
Let’s dream a dream where constraints alien to sceptic dreams,
fail to curtail the spirited liberal waves of dreams,
where no distress can oppress our heroic strings of dreams,
no apprehensions of dooms of downfall can touch our glorious dreams!
Let’s dare to dream in our abiding mysterious symphony of dreams,
an undettered series of euphoric waves of intoxicating dreams!
To give vent to the roving impulses of recusant dreams,
to put a final nail in the bare survival to accomplish in dreams,
to synchronize in harmony a liturgy of visionary dreams,
to thrive in the ultimate solace, possible in incessant dreams,
where quiescent impulses can retrieve in the tendril vines of dreams.
Let’s dream a splendid swirl of filaments of dreams,
consecutive to the magnificent series of our recurrent waves
I slept in the darkness of night but the celestial sky on my roof
witnessed the Orphic Moon gleaming so bright.
The Lucent Moon so lustrous, lambent, refulgent
was looming large shining so mystic and occultive, yet divine.
As fast I was on my sleeping chore, not aware of the Glorious Moon's
glistering beams anymore shining at the nearby shore.
In that faint like subliminial sleep type, my eyes though shut,
the latent subconscience deep beneath in motion was still awake and alive:
rambling and wandering like a pendulum dancing at the pair of the blink of my eyes .
Flustered, it invokes the Alluring Wizard Moon to control the ebb and flows
of the oceanlike commove, quiescent dreams of mine.
Whilst the Lambent Dazzling Moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
and casts her spell on the sea to ponder over her image in flush
in that freak, the cloudy locks unveils the veil of hide and seek from her luminous face;
to have a glimpse of the Luna's fluorescent, sparkling beauty's pearly blush!
If I can't sit upon the shore and mark with what an illuminating grace the Moon glides;
I should rather hide, than to be the wooer of her lucid sights!
Her two concurrent paths of azure over, one in the celestal sky,
the other in the tides of the wild sea is always concurrently alive.
The more the moon comes close to the sea,
the erupting tides rise up to catch the beams of she;
The mind in silence, yet perturbed beligerent in deep slumber,were thriving
to savour the languid rhythm of her various incarnation's glee.
The pull was so strong, yet spontaneous and free
like a spirited song sung in deep reverie.
The moves of the Occult Moon astirs the sea in motion high and low
again stirs my mind to move on with the turbulent flow.
Oh Moon! My Luna! You illuminate the rhythm of the perilious sea!
Your phases of cryptic ambuiguity, manifests in most engimatic mesmeric sights, compels
me to be obsessive, idiosynocratic, eccentric at your various incarnative plights at night.
Thou Moon the controller of waves in sea, thou the Luna, the core of waves in me!
You maketh the sea erratic, maketh the mortals frantic,
Oh Bewitching Moon!I invoke your beams to rest my soul at peace!
As I become impulsively obsessive,only to be possesive
on those nights at spell casts of your nocturnal manifestations height,
as thy unparalled enigma, Oh Magical Luna!Makes me the queer stigmatic Lunatic..