"When distances promise in silence of wind"

The fragrance

last night I had a dream of you,

you were lying beside me,

you were looking at me,

your gaze would cross all clambers,

to reach to my heart,

I closed my eyes,

and held your hand,

you kept lokking at me,

I knew you were finding 'the poem of of my heart',

I fell asleep,

and in morning,

I woke up alone,

as I realised it was a dream and no more than that,

but there was something,

which your dream had left,

a fragrance of your heart,

maybe, in the dream,

it found 'the poem of my heart'...

Gaurav Saluja

(a.k.a Gauru)