Spring's Dream

Spring writes its notes of love

Upon the wings of butterfly

Am I not the colours 

That you look at

And breathe out a sigh ?

Am I not the wings

That you seek to have and fly ?

Am I not the transparent tears

When you choose to cry ?

Am I not your smile

When sudden happiness

Sweeps in..?

Am I not the sky of your soul
Where you keep your stars pinned ?
Am I not sometimes
A reason for your nothing
And Am I not many a times
Your heart felt something ?
Am I not your emptiness
In the dark June noon..
Am I not your contentment 
On the night of a full moon ?
Am I not your tale untold
Am I not the tune you hum 
Am I not your spoken words
Or a silence that chucks your throat
Like a frozen snow lump ?
Am I not your mug filled of coffee
On a dull winter day ..
Or a glass filled with sparkling whisky
On a night so very gay ?
Am I not the falling rain
Behind your closed windowpane
Am I not your dark shades
When sun tortures your vein ?

I am this, I am that, I am a none as well
You are this, you are that , 
And you are all that I have noted, as well..
It's me, it's you
We, a layer of thin air..
A bubble from a child's toy
We a dream... lost forever !

~Manjuri~