Mortal

In  flood of  thoughts

I try to swim, 

sinks my nostrils

and emotions run to the brim…

Like a web woven with fine threads

knotted is the mind

in vivid imagination

castles are  built

the biggest of them

collapses

 without prior intimation

like a deck of cards fall

while staging like a palace

so appear the dreams

temporary and mortal.

Solitary woolgathering

from mist of the dark nights crossing the seven seas,
floating on the dancing clouds
the flight of starry wings,
Arrive, Thou! in realm of my fragrant dreams…
awaits the poignant pauses
of my heart for Thee,
in those soundless moments
of solitary woolgathering.