Saturday, 14 April 2012

An orchid blooms

To remain unfulfilled are all poets' dreams,
to mesmerize they flow, his words in teary streams,
dismissed by reality to a wanton exile,
yet, he holds his audience in rhythmic beguile.

I was once a poet, who longed to see a flower,
an exotic orchid that bloomed at the nightly hour,
when I did find her, she asked me to go away,
"I shall never bloom, not for you in anyway."

I have returned to my shed with a limp and some wear and tear,
The woods have been unforgiving, no mercy, no spare,
traveled the Western Ghats and the never ending plains,
Because the voice I heard was worth the pain.

And now the orchid finally blooms when I'm asleep,
Sends her fragrance over raging rivers and rocky steeps,
Like I always had felt, she says she now feels,
Alas, I'm far too deep in my sleep.

Far too deep in my sleep


  1. Nice touch, with the pic in the end...

  2. Yeah. Its a nice pic. Wonder where this place is.

  3. sublime.hope its ireland.

  4. took me to a place I go every night in my dreams...a coffee place that in my dreams ends far differently than the's an incredible piece )0(

  5. @Namnam
    Thank you. Why are you 'hoping' its Ireland? :D Why not hope there is a place like that in Mysore?

    How does the coffee shop end in the dreams?