*Note : This work is fictional.
With the "pashmina" threads,
someone weaves dreams,
in the "waadi", somewhere new instruments,
Echoes new melodies yet it stays afloat like a cloud...
These "rebabs", how so..
with pashmina threads..
Flower-buds have changed their moods,
feelings, softened their attitude..
Eyelids have revealed new secrets,
emotions... some beautiful intentions..
Raw wind, raw smoke is dissolving,
The raw heart is plucking some new moments.
Raw sunshine, raw path, is slipping.
and someone whispers softly in ears,
I’d be your shadow, I’d walk with you,
I'd keep walking with you..
Two dewdrops walking just like that,
playing on the branches like pearls.
Opening into each other, carefree.
and meet each other in thoughts, when they get apart.
In their thoughts this talk continues..
In the valley echo
Somewhere new melodies
Yet it remains afloat...
Two dew drops
Mingle together
Burning like flames,
On branches
Shine like gems.
Carelessly, In each other merge.
Never coming back to consciousness.
With "pashmina" threads,
Someone weaves dreams of love...
©.blueblood
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