Neptune dreams

Posted on September 20, 2009

Last night I dreamt

we sprouted wings

flew around the Moon towards Neptune

in our little shack on the ‘ice giant’

I brewed pots of tea

we sipped watching the moons….

In the pale light, your eyes

kindled embers to a roaring flame

and I was no longer the ice maiden.

- Shail Mohan (July 2009)

13 thoughts on “Neptune dreams”

Indian Homemaker on September 20, 2009 at 5:34 pm said:

Hey this is really sweet!!!

Me: Thanks IHM

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Indian Homemaker on September 20, 2009 at 5:36 pm said:

Sorry I am back! I loved how much this little poem says!!!

In the pale light, your eyes
kindled embers to a roaring flame
and I was no longer the ice maiden.

Poetry can always say it better than prose!

Me: You are always welcome IHM. Thank you!!

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Ritu on September 20, 2009 at 10:46 pm said:

Wings carrying us onwards
We are rendered lighter
By our spirits soaring upward
Our passions burning brighter

Me: Nice.

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Vivek on September 21, 2009 at 11:38 am said:

Neptune beckoning…wonderful imagination

Me: Thank you vt.

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Dreamer on September 21, 2009 at 11:55 am said:

Lovely! Its like painting with words!

Me: And your comment is music to my ears! Thanks

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Unnichettan on September 21, 2009 at 12:59 pm said:

Really imaginative…..Cheers!!!

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Unnichettan on September 21, 2009 at 1:00 pm said:

Really imaginative!!!…Cheers!!!

Me: Thank you Unnichetta.

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hitchwriter on September 21, 2009 at 5:00 pm said:

Fantastic… !!

Me: Thanks Hitch!

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Aditya on September 22, 2009 at 12:45 am said:

If imagination had wings, you would be the most beautiful bird on sky.

Me: O wow I could then fly for real! Thank you Aditya.

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the_kept_grits on September 22, 2009 at 7:10 pm said:

Hi Shail,

You poem is very lovely. Brings wonderful images into the reader’s mind.
Am going to recommend your blog to a couple friends who love to read
poetry.

Kari (the_kept_grits)

Me: Kari, welcome to my page. Are you from FB?? Thanks for your lovely words.

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Govind on September 23, 2009 at 4:41 pm said:

Enamoured by the power of those eyes,
which could melt even the maiden of ice.
But when it becomes the hour of sunrise
Ah! It is only a dream she sighs.

Publish!

Me: You took the words out of my mouth it seems, or rather my thoughts.
Err… Govind, I really don’t mind! Will you, I mean publish??!

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Rhett on September 25, 2009 at 7:44 pm said:

This poem will grow on you and you will love it even more with time. Poems are like children, and as they grow, so does our love for them. And this is a beautiful one!

Me: Thanks Rhett. I am rather overwhelmed by the response to this one from everyone. Thanks again.

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Ganga on October 11, 2009 at 6:44 am said:

Shail, you need to publish, dear!

Me: Hmmm let me ask what I asked Govind. Err… would you, publish I mean!?

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