Living Up A Dream Again

when your untamed hair,
flowing over your shoulders,
reveals an unhurried you,
and the strands of black and golden
pat and glide across your face,
and an odd one sticks to your lips,
stroked by the gentle wafts,
and flattered by the compliments
of the playful autumn breeze,
on a lazy sunday evening,
under the october sky,
they may not mean anything to you,
but they move the mountains,
and when my heart skips a beat,
they mean living up a dream again


when you step out of the cabin,
and bend over the railings,
atop the trawler's deck,
the tides hammer against the sides,
and a shower of a million drops of brine
pecks a kiss on you,
when the unhindered gusts of wind
wrap your dupatta to hug you,
against the horizons sinking into the oceans,
they may not mean anything to you,
but when time freezes, and so does my heart,
when blood races up my neck,
they mean living up a dream again


when you walk barefoot on the beach,
and leave your footprints,
sharp, as if pedicured,
on the sands of time,
until the waves wash and erase them,
when the soothing, yet obstinate breeze
plays hide-and-seek,
and you grab the loose ends of your dupatta,
when the dipping sun
turns you into a silhouette,
and my heart aches deep,
longing to be where it belongs,
they may not mean a whole lot to you,
but as the frames are etched in my eyes,
and the flames rekindled in your heart,
and i'm lost between memories and hopes,
my sweet,
they mean living up a dream again,
with you!




© sashikant mohanty