fantasies
That night,
Looking at reflection of
beautiful moon,
In flowing river
Where fireflies was dancing
On songs of night insects.
My head on her shoulder,
Holding hands,
With silence ,
Telling stories of past
Without any lies,
With some tears in eyes,
Understanding each others
tragedies of life,
pleasant wind blowing
like it was also hearing us,
I fell asleep on her shoulder
It was as soft as my pillow.
.
.
Soon I realise its my own pillow
When my alarm clock rings,
all my fantasy burst like a balloon.
© Akash dey
Looking at reflection of
beautiful moon,
In flowing river
Where fireflies was dancing
On songs of night insects.
My head on her shoulder,
Holding hands,
With silence ,
Telling stories of past
Without any lies,
With some tears in eyes,
Understanding each others
tragedies of life,
pleasant wind blowing
like it was also hearing us,
I fell asleep on her shoulder
It was as soft as my pillow.
.
.
Soon I realise its my own pillow
When my alarm clock rings,
all my fantasy burst like a balloon.
© Akash dey
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