The days and nights vanishing in the time machine,
Where I too a lone traveler,
With an accelerated pace
In search of dreams of pearls over the sky.
It steals huge momentum,
Leaves me languid.
Yet, I love the firmament where my dream is a resident.
But I am the prisoner princess of this pristine land…
A return inevitable
to the land of reality and roots,
from the firmament of white clouds
where my dream is a resident.
Travel for years, ever with backlog of unfinished tasks
Sensing deeply the inner calling over and over,
To pick pearls of dreams, over the white clouds. ….
Calling by mother earth,
The pristine rivers and lakes,
Where re-echoing the lackadaisical deep sighs of mine & the waves
merged for years elapsed…
The darkness and quietude of canopies,
Where my worries are buried….
The frozen glaciers of mountain peaks,
Where my fears take a refuge.
Standing amazed, unable to leave this land of mine.
Return of this wanderer to the loving people is predestined,
With dreams fulfilled,
With a fair bit of cloud in my heart,
A souvenir of rejuvenation to my soul,
After a long hiatus of years, in a jaded journey
Return of the prisoner princess is inevitable.
copyright dr sanjana p souparnika
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