Rainbow in my dreams

Grasses are green.
GREEN.
Soft and mischievous.
And oh so full of life!

Roses are red.
Roses smell so good.
Tender touch of their petals...
Soft and erotic.
RED.
Strong and dominating.

BLUE.
The sky is blue.
The water is blue.
Blue is the color of my eye.
Blue.
Honest and liberal.


When the sun shines and the rain falls,
The Rainbow adorns the sky.
My granny told me.
The rainbow has all colors.

Do I dream of the rainbow?
Can I FEEL the rainbow?
Will the rainbow caress my skin?

I whispered to the wind,
To carry my message to the rainbow.
To come down to me
And kiss my cheek.
'cause I need to feel its touch,
'cause I need to inhale its fragrance!

I need to feel the blue.
I need to feel the red.
I need to feel the green.

'Cause there is only one color
that my blue eyes let in.
BLACK.

BLACK.
Stubborn and unforgiving.

An Autobiography of Time

I am Time.

You know me very well.

You live in me, And I live through you.

Morning to night,

You talk about me.

Without a doubt,

You love me.

I am THE ONE whom you care for.

I am THE ONE whom you're scared to lose.

I give you a moment of myself.

To stop and to think.

To listen to me for once.

To learn what I am.

To know what TIME really is.

Because, I am THE REASON for every breath you take.

Because, I am THE ONE you live for.

I hear the businessman say to his wife,"I have no TIME for love".

It's me he is talking of!

And blank I stare.

Hiding from the playful gestures of the fields,

The serious student says,"I have no TIME to play".

With a bagful of moments waiting to be used,

I gape and heave a sigh of despair.

I am TIME.

My bag is full of moments for you.

Moments to Love.Moments to play.

Moments to sing and dance.

Moments to listen and say.

Moments to work and moments for meet.

Moments to sleep and moments to eat.

How to know when to do what?

Easy it is!

Open your mind's eyes and lend your ears,

I have stored the secret password,

In cabins of your heart.

Deceptive Dreams

Starry dreams cloud my eyes.
Dreams of colors.
Of barren lands.
Of Love...
Of Peace...
Dreams that are pestering, persuading, deceiving.
Curtaining me from reality.
Fogging my eyes from red signals of actuality.
From chances of survival.
I detest dreams.
They cloud in my eyes and cause rain in them.
And dissappear.