Naked Dreams

Naked Dreams
Visvanathan Balasaravanan

Those sensuous lines of
John Keats, who lives
in my bookshelves

the dancing ‘jimiki’
in a girl’s ears

bright Black in everything;
the nothing of light

haunting memories
that rushes my
adrenaline

spontaneous watering
on seeing
a beautiful girl

spending twenty-five hours
a day,
playing with kids

the romantic red-blue clouds
of the evening west

the moody white-blue clouds
of the evening east

cute wrinkles of my
grandpa’s face,
which urges me to pinch

the deserted room, of my home
factory of my creative works

tasty smell of
archive books,
in between its pages

the smell
before and after
a pluvial scene

moon light
over the rooftop

fresh green trees
after bathing in
rain

soothing sodium vapour lamps’
rays of
patience and satisfaction in life

soft and calm
terracotta of Buddha

window seats of
city bus with
long rides

shiny black crow
flying through the
white bright clouds

…more, when I like more……


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