The same old story, the familiar scene,
There’s land and sea, but no sign of green.
Although its hot and dry, but somehow it gives me pleasure,
As I walk by the shore, absent mindedly, possibly for pleasure.
The desert and the sea, here they merge,
I sit sipping my coffee at a sand dune’s verge.
I look at two people sitting on my either side,
We exchange glances and offer each other smile.
A pleasing silence and a joy, here prevails,
As we see at some distancing slow graceful sails.
But suddenly a darkness engulfs everything,
Besides me, in this void, exists nothing.
I open my eyes, to see the light shine,
And set off that alarm, which broke the dream of mine.
Never have I forgotten that story and that scene,
Though it may seem strange and weird…..but it’s still my beloved recurring dream.