Where have you stored your dreams Enazori?

Where have you stored your dreams Enazori?  

In your palms or betwixt your sharp sword edged eyebrows?

In between your strawberry fingers or beneath  

Your coiled naval painting?   

Where do I go around searching your trances Enazori?  

Last night I kept my ears on yours,  

To listen through the hollowness  

And also plunged in your brown eyes -  

A stream of fantasy touched every wave of my soul.  

Now I want to store your dreams in an app of the iStore.   

Want to create a blueprint of your dreams  

And would knot it to your Ma’s Sador.    

Tomorrow when it rains will play the seventh string of my guitar  

And will do it every evening when it rains.   

When the summer heat will soak your Ma’s Mekhla Sador,  

Will make her listen to the lyrics of your whimsical dreams.      

Dear Enazori, From Ma

Dear Enazori

We bought a piece of land few days back

Dry and barren

The color was almost like the color of my mom's cheeks

Some vermillion mixed with a pocket full of sunshine

The waves of your tiny legs 

Shiver each of my aspiration. 

Now a days I have started painting:

The brush picks up many beautiful colors

To measure your length and breadth. 

You must have felt a green leaf sometimes

On your legs or on your forehead.

Waiting to paint you green

The green leaf too waits with the dawn and dusk. 

One day when you arrive will make you understand

How many times, even I had the shade of this green leaf. 

When you come, the rain drops will make my barren land smile. 

From Ma