An Old Tale

just like some memory you haunt me

just like the old dream which i foresee,

you are some fairy knocking me when i'm asleep.

just like i loved you

you,you're  my holy melancholy,

 i was growing like a creeper in a mid desert dream,

like a sleeky stem crawling up through the airy upstream.

unlike the knots on the branches,

i was a smooth stem indeed.

& just then a bud popped,

and i was love stained like one hit by a cupid shot,

a pink hue did blossomed

on that ugly rolling bark.

but still the beauty was beyond a behold,

 like some happiness on a torn up soul

the tree wondered why it took her so long

to flower and her to grow...

winter came and passed his sigh

frozen and almost lost in snow cast dies

didn't appeared for months in line

now spring was dancing and too was the munching bark

and all that slippery snow that made the  stem smooth

was gone...to make it  rough again

now,she blossomed in morning dew, a lovely cuddling new

and shone in noon, like aster upon hay loops

she smiled uptil it was full moon,

and then...

one day came an eclipsed night sneaking

and winded her to fly of the tree, off through his airy dream...

no more rough bark,the creeper  was smooth and clean again.

flying in the wind she wandered around my pale leaves,searching..

where's the creeper in deep

a wind blew and the vision was clear.

but she closed her eyes,

 as if some dust had hurt her in there,

the instant the bark mewed i'm in here.

smiling and rocking, the branch

was half sad half jolly

swinging in loud cacophony

he said at last,

" if you wish you can find me honey..

for i'm nobody but just a line in The Dumb Dream".