Horses and Dreams

When they discovered the path was rough

The surface stony and the ride uphill

They dismounted their steeds

Unleashed their reigns

and left them in their stables

and on they went with their journey.

They were sons of their parents

Brothers of their sisters and the loved ones

Of their brides to be, whom they assigned

The task of weaving dreams into fabric

Of their lives. There they went

As they wanted to surf the winds

And ride the waves and taste the whiff

Of flash in the dark. Restive they were

And I saw them rising, high on the cliff

Up and down and upside down

They screamed aloud when they saw
the bolts of flashes, the silver rain

And golden rivers all brimful

Ever flowing. Disillusioned as they were

They lost in the sound of jewels in stones

Pearls in sand and rovers on the land

Hands they lost that picked the dust

Of shooting stars, and left with their only arms

Hence they were lost amid the sea of crowds

Headless they worked like bees in the hive

Till their body and soul were alive.

Hearts they lost, they lost their dreams

They lost their horses that lost their screams

They lost their loves they lost their grief

And left with the banknote all in a sheaf.

Ride your horses with your dreams and aspirations

They need be led to the end they desire.

Leave them not till you are able

Keep your horses under you and not in stable.

Under the Greenwood Tree

Under that greenwood tree

Where shadows grow thicker

Than the shades and the colours,

Cooler than the breeze of easterly winds

The seeds of musky flowers

Tend and groom themselves to grow

Through the weedy thicket of woody grove

And greet the birds and bees alike

Under that greenwood tree

Wind that rushed to me from you

Carrying the first whif of fragrance

To make me fall in love with you

Spellbound I fell into the trance of sleep

To see you come in my dreams in the rob

Of finest silk that slipped your ankle

To give me a glimpse of you tiny feet

Beautiful as it seemed with all the

Jewels that went to adorned the steps

You take on the stony street, the tapping

Of the heel that tapped my heart and

In the throbs I hear the name you bore

In my mind scribbled to last.

The shellac coloured hair that fall

In tresses and curls and waves and all

Strands of which always struggle

To disentangle from the weaves of silk

Vie with each other to protect the dignity

And modesty you carry as you walk

Ever young ever fresh as new stalk

The kiss of time on my hand

The sands of time hold you fast

Keep you alive in your footprints

That you left on the sand behind

The time and tide were all there

To wash you into oblivion.

Under the greenwood tree I nourished

Desires and dreams to see them flourished

I tied them all one by one to the leaves

And have them hung to see them grow

With the greenwood tree of life

All my dreams, all my desires

Remained there all clung to the dry twig

That had died long ago and waiting for

To fall this autumn, the tree outgrew

My dreams and desires and with the tree

There I was a cobweb shaped old man

With the strands of grey hair.

Under the greenwood tree, I will come

To sit for while and reflect on my past

To count the air and breathe my last.