Tufts of Dreams

For Sue’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Clouded – #writephoto

For the tufts of clouds were dreamy,
the white harbingers of happiness.
Gently casting shadows o imaginations,
on the far stretch of the green moor,
bringing into life hares and deer ,
and a land of wild fantasies.

A steady rhythm of gentleness,
an air of calmness and
an ever changing perimeter of
the radiant white blooms,
on the bright happy blue.

The longing hills,
cast their spells and hold ’em tight,
a lifetime of loneliness
swept away in the misty breath
of the fluffy friends.

The water too decides to be game,
to maintain a strip of the sky.
Forever to contain the dreams.
But dreams are dreams,
for they are untamed,
wild and free.

And hence leaves the tufts of c;ouds,
destined to be nomads forever,
crossing the horizon of charms,
to the other side of the hills,
where a new land waits the arrival,
and the hippies’ trendy take.

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  1. β€œThe longing hills,
    cast their spells and hold ’em tight,
    a lifetime of loneliness
    swept away in the misty breath
    of the fluffy friends.”

    Such beautiful verses!! Loved your poetry, NimaπŸ’–

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  2. That is so true that dreams are untamed. No matter how badly you do or do not want to dream about something you really don’t get a choice. This seems sort of weird since it is in your head and no one else can even see or hear them.

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            1. ahhhh !!!!
              When in my parent’s house in Kerala, I see them often. But my dad knows about my fear and he makes sure that he gets rid of every spider in the house . πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€
              Lucky that I do not see any of those creepy things here !!

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              1. My daughter, who is 22, called me one day practically in tears because there was a spider in her apartment. I had to ask her how big because I didn’t really want to drive there if it was one of those “squash with a shoe because you don’t hear anything” ones or if it was big. She swore to me it was big. It was big and I showed up armed with spray!

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