Backgrounds for a perfect dream

December 31st, 2001 admin

Walking through the falling leaves,
yellow, red, with a dried shade of green,
I am suddenly happy…at peace,
like at a moment when the truth is seen.
Its only just a normal day,
and my hands pull my bike as I trod,
The autumn trees played upon by the wind,
and the Gods join us and silently applaud.
The suspended animation of people
plodding through their careless lives,
blurred to perfection, its the background
for which the ideal dream strives.
The faces as they move across,
in a slow deliberate, thoughtful stream,
some in search of their moment of bliss,
And some playing me in the background
of their perfect dream.

(Anil Krishna, 2001)

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