Dreams

Lift me to the sky
Drop me without warning
Chase me like a mad dog
Haunt me like a ghost

Caress me like a mother
Elate me to rapture
Gift me mansions and money
Carry me to wonderlands

What’s life?
Without dreams
Meaningful or pointless
Colourful or tasteless

A dreamless life
Boring and bland
Welcome the dreams
Enjoy the grandeur and terror

Nostalgia

Longing to walk barefoot
To crunch the gravel under my feet
To feel the jab of twigs and thorns
And curse them for jabbing

Dreaming of the narrow pathways
Full of stones, dust and leaves
Filled with slush when it rains
And to swear when my skirt is soiled

Thinking of nibbling nameless fruits
Of licking tamarinds
Or munching mangoes with salt
And to curse when the teeth tickles

Looking down from my balcony
I see the endless traffic
Slogging people and dull buildings
And I crash land to reality