Mirage...

Dear morning,fresh and new,
with all your dazzle and dew,
look here, we are changing!

Yesterday,I met you...
where purple flowers beam 
and thousand rainbows gleam...

with those songs still in eyes
and colours humming in background,
 I agree,we are yet spellbound

but time slips in sand
and though hand in hand we stand,
balancing our steps...

look here,we are changing!




Far away,in the golden desert,
where the bearded monk still lives,
our nostalgic memories flicker... 
and to let an ancient dream recur,
the monk sends stories,
loaded in paper boats...

Sometimes from the secret realm,
those lilac evenings still land
and we run-with a lump in throat
to catch beloved paper boat-

just to stumble over a frozen dream
and to let out a horrid scream!

Too late,oh lord, we reckon,
why those muzzy mirages beckon
and yet chasing a glassy dream
Alas! we are changing.....