Written by: abhishek mishra

my dreams-   i cannot clearly see them
                      i miss them terribly all night.
                      i cannot hear them whisper 
                      i cannot hear them cry,
                      once they were source for the bright sublime
                      now i fear soon they will disappear or die.
                      perhaps i was too haste  in letting them go,
                      perchance they just wanted to grow.
                      a blithe vision to hold.
                      perhaps they felt the deluge of my pain.
                      knowing it well i can't withstand.
                      i was timid,i was all lost,
                      for that an antipathy they developed for their inimical host.
                      i  feel a gloomy numbness surrounds me
                      hazy memories of all my dreams outlying me.