Thy Visionary!

Thy visionary you see,

Those footfalls though you raise,

The downpour from the heavenly praise,

I tap on the crevices,

For you wake up this dawn,

I walk down the lane,

Flickering through my eyes,

Those memories which are mostly sane,

Waving along my eyes,

Like an ocean of dreams,

Pitter-patter they sound,

On the windowpane,

I wonder and it goes on and on,

I rebuke mockingly to them,

But then they return,

And I'm left out asking,

For who's sake, you come back?

Why do you knock at my door?

What love you crave for?

They say,

They don't hold any baggage

And therefore requite endearment!