The Sleeping Sun


Into the sleeping sun,
Of a parabolic freedom,
I want to escape.
to the woods.
to the silence,
where words kill.
Into the melancholic evening,
of an enthralling beauty,
I want to break free.
from the boundations.
from the death and hush,
where you can’t say what you want.
Into the utopia of my dreams,
Of an euthnasic way to awakening,
I want to lie forever.
in the laps of the angel.
in the greens of my past,
where deceptions stop.
Into the night stretched to eternity,
Of an enchanted star studed sky,
I want to steal the world.
to keep them to myself.
to let them live with me,
where separation never comes.

About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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