Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A dream
I woke up the way
usually I had woken up a millionth time earlier...
Sublime, sensuous and pure,
Covered by the broken bricks and mortars,
Against a perspective of a gray gray sky...
And,
There was the rain and the shine,
The blackness dotted by the white-
'Polka dots'...
They say;
And,
A pink blossom pressing up to meet the blue,
And,
A 'yellow submarine' diving deep into my belly;
And,
A rubbished thought spreading tentacles to get the sap;
And,
A pinkish dream, a balloon and a lucid existence...
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