A broken twig
bandaged
In the hope
that it will grow
I water the plant
carefully
keeping every thorn
away
hurting my hand
in the process
but the distant
picture
of the long tree
with branches
lush green
makes me
dream......................
.and I dream
hoping I dont wake up
from my slumber
and If i do
would I see
a reality
as pleasant as my dreams
I write a poem
not intending ofcourse
to write one
but I write
to help hold back
the salty waters
which overflow
no gulp
stops
the flood
and nothing
can control..
Colours
I wish to see
colours
spread out
never fading
