When Mind Resonates

I tried to recollect the dream; My forehead wrinkled as I tried the more; Nothing but woods at autumn- With the golden sun-rays falling in Making a perfect scenery; Painted and hung on the hallway!  Which faded into the twilight  And later into the darkness of night!  I heard the crickets in their random rhythms,  And a wooden basket tickling my curiosity…  Sitting beneath tree, a treasure or curse!  In the darkness of night, Where melancholy hung in air; Like a heavy heart that I bore…  And I opened the mystery basket; Afraid and curious, not knowing  What to expect, and my imaginations painting many!  And I saw lights flying up,  It was the fireflies lighting up the night; The fear and melancholy gave way To smile and calmness; absorbing the moment,  Rather infusing oneself into the moment!  And startled by the ranting I woke up,  It was the pouring rain knocking at my window; I welcomed the rain, started recollecting th...

The pavement was decorated By the fallen yellow leaves; Memories were unbundled- And scattered like those leaves… To be forgotten in the rusty attic! Still they seem beautiful. Some memories hold the beauty, Even though they seem discorded; Rather mitigating, they prick the pain points randomly, And giggle off into the old trunk, Dusty and broken, of discarded memories… The bare branched trees- Stood in silence, watching the fallen leaves.