The chimes of her voice and cacophonies of my mind,
Tryst of the music to the deaf and the art to the blind,
The dazed images of bliss passing under the deep shut eyes,
Holding on, reliving was all that could be tried.
The clouds of doubtful dust and the obscured vision,
The uninitiated sense within still vouched for unison,
Mind over the matter or the contrariwise,
All through the dream there was no respite.
To be or not be was a question the great poet asked,
The answer ignored and the glory of the question was basked,
All that was needed a sound to open the overlooking glance,
Listening to the heart and derive the answer through the stance.
The lonesome traveler within the nightmares,
Got his answers when destiny was more than fair,
When the cacophonies and chimes surprisingly combined,
The music and the namesake sounded divine.
The dream was over, the dust seemed settled for a clear sky,
And the flavor of the dream was still glittering in the eyes,
It was a new day, darkness fleeting with the dawn,
A change racing through unimpeded, with the yawns.
The rays of sun with a promise of a beautiful tomorrow,
A staunch base to wave off all the future sorrows,
Visions of Well Wishers, friends, Love, a ménage and a wife,
Something within told me a new life had arrived.
This poem was written about the whole process of getting into a relationship, and is dedicated to the love of my Life, Divz.