A Town Center From A Dream

 I saw an unnamed small town center 

In my dream, from where I didn't want to return

The roads were having freshly laid bitumen 

The old iron lamps had a fresh black coat 

The medians had lush nicely cut grass 

The footpaths were having nice stone tiles 

The buildings were all red with white outlining 

The small park had plenty of flowering plants

A few old wooden benches for the visitors

A brick trail for the walkers and runners

A lush green lawn for those picnickers 

And a space for a traditional game 

The town had only a wholesale market 

A huge arched building with a big hall

There were big stalls for various items 

Vegetables were auctioned off daily 

If the buyer damages the vegetables

The person has to take them home 

But he will be banned from auction for a period  

The town had only a second-hand book shop

The books were stacked up like towers 

The best books were kept in cabinets 

There was a bargaining system for the books

After reading, people can resell it to the shop 

The townhall was small and resembled a theatre

It doubled up as the church, due to renovation 

There was a small police outpost in the town center

The crime rates were low and people were police friendly

There was a small hospital in the town with essential facilities

People rather took prescriptions from private doctors 

To buy medicines from the local pharmacies 

There was a women's shopping center 

Ran by women for all the needs of women 

I explored the streets while the bus was getting ready

They were neat and tidy and people kept flowering plants 

No walls were separating the houses 

Many of them had fruit-bearing trees in the front

I saw fewer cars on the streets and at homes 

I had to run to fetch the bus to go to my home somewhere 

This poem is based on what I saw in a dream today morning. The image is taken from Shutter Stock. Thank you :)

Once Upon A Dream

 

Once upon a dream

I saw a pretty girl in my life

Unseen before and unknown

But she wandered into my house

Like my best friend for years

And a neighbour for decades

She had shared so many things

Like I am her secret keeper

She watered the plants inside my house

Whispering something to them with a smile

She went outside to buy something

After telling me to wait for her to return

Was she the friend I craved in my childhood?

To play, with me instead of my imaginary friends

Or was she the reflection of my best friend's friend?

Who used to pick up my calls when he was not around

I was curious about her, but I'd never seen her face

I wonder if my mind created imagery of her from the voice!

I woke up in the morning with questions about the strange girl

But I couldn't recollect her face again in my mind, though I tried

My friend, an artist, listened to the impressions I had about her

She made a sketch of this girl with an angelic face

She termed this dreamy girl, the angel of my life

I looked for girls with the face as in the sketch

My girlfriends didn't have that face

I've lost that sketch along the way

But that angelic face is still in mind

I wonder if that dream was a hint

About someone, I will meet in future

I'm still waiting for that

Girl to show up somewhere

Someday!

This poem is based on a word prompt from #loveletters . Image from Pixabay. Thank You :)

Strangers

Someday, we will meet, 

When we couldn't afford to, 

Somewhere midst chaos.

We never met,

When we could have, 

We had plenty of time

To explore sands and hills

Together, in search of freedom

Destiny or fate, We didn't

Our dreams withered away

In the drought of our silence,

While we weaved them in winter,

With a hope to splash in monsoon

Now the spring bloom hollow smiles

Mocking at your portrait of memoir

You will walk past me, like a stranger

With a silence that ill fits a radio

With a smile, hidden somewhere

Saying hello to an old buddy

That's all left in between us

Image courtesy: Rightful creators
#Romance  @#poetry 

Dreaming to dream

I am day dreaming to dream

In this lazy afternoon

As I am getting bored

Waiting for the rain

It’s teasing me,

But hiding somewhere

Take me to Dubai’s islands

I wish to sail in those canals

To see the marvels

Weaved on the laps of sand 

Take me to "Theatre of Dreams"

I wish to sit at the Stretford end

Let me sing, “Glory glory man united”

While watching red-devils play liverpool

I’m getting deluded

I wish to travel in magnetic roads

I’m fed up with the gutters here

I want to ride rotor-less bikes

It will be sliding over magnetic fields

Like good old, Santa Claus’s deer sledge

I am sleepy

But where is my lullaby

Angels please take me to your heaven of dreams

I wish to hear you sing

“Baby sleep like an innocent cat”,

                                               Images thanks to google. :)

Dream Road

I dreamed about a road

Carved through the chest of a hill

Connecting an isolated neighborhood

To the bridge across a small river

I dreamed about colorful buses

Running through that steep road

To the courtyard of the church atop the hill

While walking through that small path

In which hardly a person can walk

Now vehicles ply over a road

Just as I dreamed as a child

There are no taxes to dream

If it comes true, it isn’t a miracle

It’s destiny! 

Images thanks to Google. 

Soul in rain

It rained like the drizzle of souls

It reminded me of a beautiful soul

She loves the rain crazily just as me

She is beyond the miles I could cover

She is beyond the reach of my hopes

She is beyond the grasp of my dreams

She is beyond the realms of my prayers

But, as I closed my eyes, I saw her enjoying rain

By letting the blessed rain to baptize her lost soul

Embracing the healing nectar from the heaven

She flapped her hands like wings of a dove

To feel the freedom she craved all her life

She encircled the rain like a dazzling top

Splashing the droplets allover tangentially

Her artistic feets created a swirl on rainy floor

Then she stood still to take a deep breath of sigh  

She closed her hopeful eyes to make a dearest wish

She folded her hands at once like twin bowls of wishes

She collected the sweet droplets of rainy desires

To fill her heart with fresh desires for the future

As she wished to erase her broken dreams

When she opened her eyes, she saw me

Her eyes sprinkled the rays of joyous smile

I leaned forward to catch her shivering hand

For a walk through the deserted street in rain

But, to my surprise, she gingerly ran past me

With a shy smile, challenging me to catch her  

But I stood frozen watching her crazy antics

Dancing like a little girl forgetting everything

I wished to freeze the mood in her heart forever

So that she don’t have to shed her tears and hide it  

While drenching in a chilly rain, defying the lightening

The glimpse of her curves tangled in drenched drapes

Left my lustful eyes mesmerized in the glory

Of being a twin soul to a honest girl

As she doesn’t veil her heart

When she is with me

As she loved being herself

In my company through the years  

She shrugged me off from my naughty thoughts

While holding my hand and asking for a walk

Yet she didn’t miss out on mocking me

With her unique black humor

We shared some lighter moments in that rain

We breached the barriers of silent sorrow

With the warmth of our hopes of a life together

Noise from somewhere vanished my daydream abruptly  

And I opened my eyes to traverse my lonely journey as usual

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