Beneath my pillow

Buried beneath my pillow,
are the seeds of my florid pasts,
they sprout up to blossom into sparkling memories,
when my sleep is interrupted by my dreams!
Moments are there,
when your thoughts like the air,
become the reason for my existence,
just like breaths for this life!

Buried beneath my pillow,
are the petals of old withered rose,
still radiating that same deep color,
 like our honest love for each other,
and the fragrance,you won't believe,
is still intense and same,
each time spraying the same vibes,
when we two were sitting by side.

Buried beneath my pillow,
is a beautiful green leaf,
scribbled in it, is a small love song,
for the moments we have shared together.
Hidden beneath my pillow,
is our own beautiful world,
just you and me, leaving world apart,
our eyes sharing the same scenes of sun, moon and stars.

Let the words hide in silences,
and the feelings behind the heartbeats,
let us be together, till the moment,
when the count of stars is complete!


Anonymous said…
nice 1
benazir said…
beautifully explicated fantasy!!
very nice :)
Balqis said…
Loved this poem! As usual, well-penned, Keep it up!
Sagittarian said…
Great!:)I like it, very well said:) I wonder what was beneath my pillow sometimes..:) Keep sharing more!:)
Aakriti said…
@Balqis: Thank you friend.......
Aakriti said…
@Saggi: Try to wat find out what hv u kept beneath ur pillow......u might find smthing special!!!!!!!1
Aakriti said…
@Benazir: Thank you so much dear.......and welcome to my blog....A heartily thanks for your words!!!!