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.

HUES OF SKY

Beyond the hues of the sky
reside my dreams,
far away from the horizon
away from the world mean...

in crimson ,saffron red I find,
the passion of my dreams,
motivates which every instant
with endless energy.

in azure ,I discover the serene
tranquil notes of life
which calm my senses
irate, like a stream pristine...

in dark sapphire grey ,i see
the storming clouds very near
hovering over my empty mind
if i run and flee with fear...

seeing the golden yellow,
I am inspired with a ray of hope,
that every grey cloud get saside
and a silver streak is always behind 
to show!!!