Dream Journal #1
While travelling to different places I carry my travel diary named “Dream Journal” in which I keep scribbling whatever I see. Sometimes the visuals are so beautiful the scribbling is no less than poetry.
Here is a snippet I had written in a train to Paris
When you are my blue, clear blue sky,
I’ll be the sweet scoops of vanilla scattered all along….
When you are the sunshine,
I’ll be the green meadows below….
When you are the proud mountains standing so high,
I’ll be the mischievous stream flowing through every nook and corner of you….
When you are the freshly made waffle,
I’ll be the chocolate dripping all over you….