The Dream

Another Prose that I wrote 4-5 years back... Boy, those were the days when I had this unending poetic passion even though it used to bore other people to death…

Saw your face last night,

So beautiful it was, so bright,

In the silence of the night when clocks stood still,

I saw your face, even though it was not my will,

From my heart you walked right to my eyes,

Where I saw your face, so beautiful, so bright.

Like a moon shining in silent cloudless night,

Like a lonely flower blossoming in the field outside,

Like the last drop of rain that falls from the skies,

This dream was so unfulfilled, yet so perfectly styled.