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A mottled sky swarms, mostly hope, some despair

Dreams emanate from enclosures of thoughts and spaces

Freedom has new dimensions. 


Amid few flights of fancy, a few jousts with sanity, a strangled reality

Mindspaces created music, love and and a world in ether

A world beyond, in parallel to daily wants. 


Then, plumbing the droplets, escaping the faucet of my dreams

I built a little castle of pearls, just to stare at-

Not to live in.


When the moon shines or the sun sets, it gleams eloquently

And I see small birds and large butterflies

In each crystal. 


Sparingly I clean it with care and a small handkerchief

Always afraid it will dry up one day, evaporate

Into a very thin air.