Hiccups Of Two Day Dreamers Poem by nishant agrawal

Just if we could make castles out of wind,
we would exhale our heart out, a crucial void for all the mortar and bricks,
Dilettante the whole landscape with the last laugh of jasmines,
with ego of the tulips, whim of the sunflowers,
A perennial jazz would be playing, rhyming with the music of the livings,
from the stolen shrieks and wailing of the infants,
gasps of the old, whispers of the big bang,
Gaudy walls mosaicked with ghost of love words we exchanged,
cloaking all unfulfilled dreams and unrealistic promises,
We would weave together the curtains as well carpets of quills and twigs,
filling the aisle, would usher the retracting heat of the eve,
and cuddle the scared skinny shadows, as we rehearse our dance moves,
Fencing with our lost eyelashes, martyr of safeguarding our dreams,
and freeze the daylight to cripple the time, with whiskers of the moon,
At last we would scavenge the scattered flux of the burning world to kindle the fireplace,
while perfecting our ode in this endless cold night,
far away from this utopian world and every eavesdropping sight..
(Nishant Agrawal)