Dreaming to Escape

A weird dream became reality,

Under a dark shady tree,

Whose roots lay exposed frantically.

Intertwining a mad frenzy foresee.

Like tresses falling over shoulder,

So were extensions hanging on all sides.

Giving an ancient wretched look bolder,

Where elves and dwarves resides.

Every step a little deeper dig,

Proceeding to touch and feel.

Like ribs of a starving human appear big,

So carved with curves hung tree peel.

Or like a wrinkled skin bearing bruises,

Of old age and tales of ancient times.

This tree trunk stood with creases,

Embellished with marks of harsh wind chimes.

Approaching further a narrow entry,

An opening as if a door to sycamore.

Covered within clusters a work of fine carpentry.

Blending so well that a casual eye would ignore.

A little tap and it flung open,

Like an invitation to another world.

With fascination mounting made bold,

Least caring of what might happen.

Stepped forth for adventure her troubled soul

Bending low to enter but before stood straight

Least expecting of an intention foul

Dropped down some feet two times eight

There falling on her back softly

A bed of rose petals underneath spread.

Following her heart devoutly,

She that dreamy place tread.

A vision most sublime there beheld.

Like picturesque garden of Eden,

Dante stretching his imagination held

So this place stood laden.

With fruits glorious and gratified

Every piece polished to perfection,

My soul in a stance seemed stupefied.

Extending a hand to touch and feel.

A strange type of energy emitting,

As though a version of high definition

No more those glasses seem befitting,

For eyes had transparent clear recognition.

A mild brush as if a magnetic pull,

A connection between desire and fulfillment.

When mind stimulates our body dull,

Thus to respond and helping in achievement.

But here within fraction of a second, Even before a thought could compile.

Accomplishment before becoming a demand.

Where have we been all the while?

Such place could never exist,

Within worldly earth.

Where pulling each other down persists,

From birth till death.

Why then we love this earth so dearly?

Our struggles to stand tall,

Where none could succeed fairly.

How long this parting stall?

Warming palm with presence this fruit,

Regaining reverie to taste juicy flavor.

Enriching pallet to exquisite suit,

Thus to completely savor.

No more a longing for lesser taste,

Falling six feet underground.

Worldly pleasure seemed a waste

Aimlessly riding a merry go round

Like a pitcher brimming full,

A few sips stolen might suffice,

To quench thirst but makes no difference at all.

Forever dripping storage to sacrifice.

Falling further in fantasy,

Fragrance of flowers formulating feelings fine.

While vibrant ones enhance beauty,

Pastels more with heart entwine.

Once feeding upon sublime ,

Struggle became justified.

Wasting away moments of youth in prime,

To get to a vantage point most glorified.

Reverting to reality,

Sleeping through actual situation.

Was there any humanity?

Or this journey more of an infatuation.

Somewhere distant fascinated by thy twitter,

Always searching among thickets.

Thy music like a healer erased memories bitter.

Nostalgic even of those crickets,

Piercing through silence of night.

Creating music like plucking various chords of guitar,

Yet always deprived of sight.

Only to be heard from far.

Approaching footsteps seemed to halt,

Mood of melody, music and romance.

Like tasting tears of joy bearing salt,

Touching sobriety after an erotic dance.

Sinking in situation,

Sweet sounding symphony.

Arousing such sensation,

Every limb as if tuned to that harmony.

Losing count of time,

No more seemed time bound.

Strange syllables integrating a perfect rhyme,

Creating an aura that left sensibility astound

And smoothly flowing water,

Blending with beauty.

Composing a riff,never did it falter.

Forever bound by duty.

Soft splashes over stones,

Without plucking abruptly a string,

Or shift in tones.

Heart to that harmony cling.

Vibrant colors of flowers

Their scent significantly prevail senses.

Sprinkled like dew over beauteous bowers,

A place free from fences.

Here image thine ceremoniously crowned,

Embodiment of platonic purity

Self centered sentiments drowned,

Dispersed in thin air without an entity