Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The Hot Air Balloon


Holding the hot air balloon,
That lifts us up whenever,
our tiredly closed eyes,
Try to catch the domain of sleep,
This hot air balloon has the magic,
Of forcing us rolling on the bed,
Saying something in our mind,
Not to be stopped instant,
Always carries us to the destination,
Where we may not want to land,
When we are conscious,
This hot air balloon is not the nuisance,
Sometimes it takes us to the distant land,
Where the buildings are lit with light and litters,
The laughing is heard and felt,
The smell of the recently ripen fruits,
May mock at the buds in the nose,
What to say about this hot air balloon,
That is kept quiet during the black out,
But emergence of thought appear in a theater,
that can’t be seen while we are awake,
O, hot air ballon…..

Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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