Meraki

My verses bask

Under the cerulean sky

 I sketch a crescendo of

happy hysteria with my couplets.

Wrapped in scarlet bohemia

my dreams take a tram ride across the city,

 drawing poignant sketches

On dancing syllables.

My iris swirls at

maple mornings.

I soak up the sun rays and have a parley with the rainbow.

My story awaits to be told by them.

My story, full of flamboyant dreams.

My heart basks in the winter sun

on silent noons I look at my garden 

and speak to the fresh blooms.

I promise to meet them the next day and listen to their songs.

I run around highways

Chasing yesteryears

Splurging sepia rainbows

after a whimsical monsoon. 

Blurred images swirl around

while memories play hide and seek.

Often I get hold of a few of them

resting my head on their shoulders.

Till i close my eyes to dream again.

After all, dreams are stuff we are made up of.

Dreams let us live.

Dreams colour our rainbows red.